Sometimes I feel like I live in a little country town. One where the guy at the charcoal chicken knows I want a quarter wing and a small greek salad, the guy at the coffee shop knows it’s a large soy latte, no sugars, and the girls at the beautician know how to do my waxing.
So, of course, I was also excited to find out how the renovated Penshurst Deli would turn out, with the middle way, and cake display.
We got there too late on a Friday afternoon to order any meals off the menu, but Rish went a very creamy New York Cheesecake. Presented on a surfboard.