Goody Goody

Meeting a colleague in a few minutes at Goody Goody, one of those institutions that are badges of honor to a particular place and time.  It's in a part of St. Louis, Goodfellow and Natural Bridge, that most (white) St. Louisans regard as totally off bounds, part industrial, part ghetto.

It is a clean, amiable restaurant, decades in St. Louis in the same place.  Diner food, a little southern, white ownership but mostly African American clientele and staff.  Also police and politicians.

I will be having mashed potatoes and gravy, among other things, which ever since my rounds with Mr. C has been a staple.  Without putting too dramatic a point on it, I think this is a place where they know about healing and redemption.

I don't think this is patronizing or slumming but I guess that's in the eye of the beholder.  I know it's good food, a welcoming place, and a revelation to most of my friends I take there.

This could be the world, damn it.