There is a term for a person who worked on building a rail line called a gandy dancer. I am not sure precisely all the work these folks would do, but it is a lovely phrase.
It is also this beautiful restaurant in the old train station, the Gandy Dancer:
I stopped in recently to visit the bar because after nearly 20 years of living here, I realized I have never been inside this restaurant. So at the very least, I thought I might have a cocktail.
Well, a mocktail, actually, a black cherry palmer, and it was delicious. The bartender went the extra mile and brought me some warm bread and butter and crackers and salmon pate--also amazing. He said I am the first person to come visit him from my bar down the street, which I found surprising yet endearing.
I was also happy to discover that while it is fine dining, if you arrive in the middle of the afternoon, they don't seem to mind if you wear blue jeans (phew!).
I am looking forward to returning there again for another delightful experience at their Roundhouse Bar at the Gandy Dancer.
© Dawn Nelson, 2022.
