So leave a peppermint stick, for old Saint Nick...
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Nikolas is what the old Rusty Pelican Cafe used to be called. I've been in there twice since it has changed names (I know, I know, it's been a few years), but I can't shake it. There is just something about the name that is so...polarizing! I really should get over it, but I can't. The name, "Rusty Pelican", is stupid. I'm sure the food is fine, but I could never look someone straight in the face and tell them I've been to the "Rusty Pelican". Basically, I'm pining for the days of Nikolas, which were a little greasier, grimier, more abrasive and perhaps a little more understated. I'm just an old fool...