Before I moved to California, my family didn’t make a big deal out of Thanksgiving. Most of my memories of the holiday involve falling asleep in a variety of locations in the house (bedroom, living room, dining room, etc.). And while dinner has become fancier for me on the left coast, some things never change.
Saturday brought my first experience of Charlie Weis in person. We were excited about it . . .
and after some tense moments, Charlie didn’t disappoint.