Tonight I was on my way home, on a long walk home from Calhoun’s. People walking up Main convinced me I needed to stop in Bardog for one more. Once there, bartender Melissa invited me to have a piece of her birthday cake, which was the Coke Cake on the menu at Circa by John Bragg.
The Nuh-Uh Girl was in Bardog earlier in the evening, and will probably be mad when she reads that I got cake and she didn’t. But that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Or, in this case, not the cookie, but the rich, moist layers of chocolate.