Another Friday, another lunch. This week it was potluck. Not just any old themed potluck. A true family style potluck. Remember when you were at family gatherings as a kid, there would be a crockpot of sweet and sour meatballs at one side of the table, a potato salad on the other, and perhaps a mysterious noodle casserole of some sort; a perfectly balanced smattering of store-bought and homemade. With a plethora of food in front of you, you couldn’t help but to indulge in way too much of everything. Our Page One cooks did not fail to disappoint our potluck-potluck expectations of filling our bellies and our hearts.
An hour before we ate, I entered the hallway greeted by a haze of delicious smells: garlic, curry, and melting cheese (yes, interesting combo, but stick with me here!). I didn’t even know I was hungry until that moment. I bet the customers at the spa downstairs were ready to abandon their serenity for the greasiest, cheesiest pizza they could find on Commercial Street. Read More »