We Ate Here

We walked into Baggby’s at high noon on a Wednesday—the exact middle of the week—and were reminded in a pleasant way of elementary school. It’s hard to explain, but something about this experience just took us back. Maybe it was having our name written on a brown bag that would later hold our lunch (the restaurant equivalent of holding another kid’s hand during a field trip); maybe it was the completely unpretentious sliced bread holding our California sandwich together; maybe it was the fact that the place was crawling with little kids. Most likely, though, it was the very tiny chocolate chip cookie that came inside our bag. Our only complaint: Recess wasn’t part of the deal.