On Valentine’s Day I went to Piebird for lunch. The blue(bird) chairs out front were dreamy despite the winter chill, and inviting. I walked in like I owned the place apparently, completely missing the hostess stand and hustling towards the first waitstaff person I could find. Due to a very important date with a friend for hair-braiding and coffee, I did not wait to be late… and because the waiter thought he knew me, I ended up not coming across too weird.
Back at the hostess stand, I ordered two chicken pot pies and a chocolate peanut butter slice. They offered to rush the order for me as I eased into their sweet antique, white sofa. I thanked them and began plotting how I would convince them the sofa would look much better in my apartment. Then I took a stroll over to the “mom-n-pop” pharmacy across the street. At the counter, complete with an ice cream case and milkshake straws, I handed over payment for my purchase. Without hesitation, the cashier told me my driver’s license signature and my signing of the credit card slip were not matches… Hmmmm, I thought… “They never are!”, I said. From him, a chuckle and “Happy Valentine’s Day, dear”.
I had visited Conti’s Italian Market - a cramped collage of red, white and green labeled foods – a few times before it’s transformation into Piebird, and a transformation proved to be. Modern, white-washed bar. Easy, large open room. Fun tables, chairs and artwork.
2 hand pies + dessert pie = ~$14
