Rare Meating
Knowing he was no vegetable Mr. Bariley sat at his table inside Charley’s Steak House previewing all the after dinner wine selections, ‘this place has the best Tampa Bay Steaks,” he mentioned to the steward who returned the comment with a gratuity gesture.
Grabbing a hold of his distinct Deva Mani marking on his throat he pointed to one of the bottles that surely would make a fitting end to a day. Looking out the window he started to remember the romantic afternoon when he was a part of the march to the arch. With people behind him chanting “Halladay” the religious significance to the symbolic walk never really was apparent instead he was caught up in the excitement.
Laughing he struck up an old fashion all American debate with a British officer named Sam F Davis. After making an inquiry that turned into an objection when Mr. Bariley claimed the foul Admiralty Pier had the best fishing. As usually he was wrong when years later, he took an adventurous junket to Dover England where he bumped into Sammy Davis at the establishment called “Sam F Davis Steaks”.
Watching the wine being poured in the glass Mr. Bariley, “those steaks were not as good as Charley’s though,” Mr. Bariley stated out loud and was heard by the steward.
“Good as whose?” the steward asked with a smile.
“Sammy Davis of Sam F Davis Steaks fame,” Mr. Bariley boasted.
“I hear there is one of those franchises in Rye, New York,”
“What’s Tiz Rye time?” Mr. Bariley asked while grabbing his wallet that was out of the money and filled with credit cards.
“Same as here,” the steward answered.
Finding his cell phone Mr. Bariley picked it up and googled the restaurant then pressing the phone button it started to ring triggering a female voice moments later, “Samantha Davis the owner of Sam F Davis Steaks.”
“Sammy, its Mr. Bariley.”
Hearing the smile when the excited voice exclaimed “you ajaa weed,” she blurted out, “there has been no getting over me even when we were out of the money together.”
“What Sammy is an ajaa weed.”
“Goat weed, I would always get your goat and that made us a lovely pair.”
“Just like the after-dinner drink I am having tonight talking to you.”
As time passed Mr. Bariley finished that glass of wine ending the discussion before hanging up. Signing his name to the slip of paper after leaving a healthy tip Mr. Bariley heard the sole volante melody in his head as he walked through the restaurant’s Independence Hall looking at pictures of Charley who was never really a piece of meat when the country was at stake.
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