Usually when we travel we like to stay away from chain restaurants…so on Saturday night, after a little research we decided to eat at the South Hills Market & Café in Charleston, West Virginia.
Usually we do not sit at the bar… but since this was a small, family–run restaurant with few tables that were already reserved until 8:30 pm, and it was a busy Saturday night, and we didn’t know where else to go, we decided to sit at the bar since they served the same menu.
I chose the Buttermilk Chicken with a Pecan Waffle that I had found intriguing when we looked at the menu online. Gary chose fish tacos. Both were delicious.
But what made our experience extra special were the people sitting beside us at the bar. To my right a mom and her adult son were also eating dinner and we visited for a while…they were from the Charleston area. A little while later, as the place filled up, another couple sat down beside Gary on our left. They were “regulars” and the staff knew them. They were very friendly also, and stuck up a conversation with us.
Soon I was tapped on the shoulder and Pam, on my right, offered me 2 beignets – a French-style pastry. They had ordered the dessert but the portions were so large they decided to share it with us which I found touching. When we left I told them we’d pay it forward.
So now I have a new outlook on sitting at the bar versus sitting at a table. Both have their place, but for this evening the bar was a wonderful choice.
We were celebration our 40th anniversary too!








The vistas at the top were great and at the bottom we hiked another mile along the base of these rock formations. It was a fun hike. I had never heard of this park until we planned our trip to New Mexico, but what a wonderful find!

We had a trumpet for sale…we advertised it locally and got one response. We made arrangements for the interested party to see it. He stopped by and said he doesn’t play the trumpet…he was buying the trumpet to give away… to pay it forward. He explained, when his two girls were younger they were each given an instrument by someone wanting to help out his young family. He told himself he would pay it forward someday…and this was that day. He handed us crisp $20 bills, more than the asking price, and walked out the door.








