Maple Avenue Mornings

Couple years back when I was opening up 18th & Vine, my morning routine was always mixed BBQ bag. Opening that kitchen service door to the many unknowns that were either left "undone" or "over-done" can be rather unsettling in the 5 o'clock hour.

I took comfort in the aroma of wood-smoke wafting across the parking lot, good coffee from my friends at Oddly Correct, and a familiar but mellow jam. No sense rattling the walls of the Smoke House, the lunch hour will be coming soon enough.

Lots of blue-collar "Boss," just enough psychedelic to make you ask "why I am even here?" followed by a set of redemption songs to carry your feet 'cross the smokehouse floor.

#smokeon


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