More Tales of Earl Abel's
I went to a swell concert at Trinity University with some friends last night and afterwards most of us ended up at Earl Abel's soon-to-be-defunct coffee shop.
We landed at Earl's around 10 p.m. and the place was flooded with elderly people.
It looked like some old folks home had a rebellion, because there were dozens of blue hairs there, eating big dinners as if 10 p.m. was the early bird special.
After going there for the last 35 years, I was amazed to learn they are famous for their eclairs.
I'd never had one, and didn't even know they sold them there.
How could I have missed that?
Diabetes be damned, I love eclairs and will ride my stationary bike for an hour if it means getting to eat one...especially a famous one from Earl's.
Now that Earl's is soon to close, it seems they sell out of eclairs by around 10 a.m.
Greedy people come in early and order to-go eclairs by the dozen. It's become a frenzied shark race to see how fast they can clean them out of the damn things.
Now I feel challenged, so I simply have to cruise by early some morning and grab a pile of them, just to say I did.
When we left around 11 last night, the place was still hopping with geezers chowing down on fried chicken, green beans and mashed potatoes and soft yeast rolls.
The dessert selection was nearly depleted.
All they had left was a few slices of pumpkin, apple and pecan pie and a couple of three-layer cakes that were almost totally excavated.
Our waiter was a big Russian dude named Eugene.
He loved telling us the latest rumor-- that Earl's may stay open a few more months because Earl's son Jerry is raking in the dough hand over fist, and it's up to him if and when he sells the site to the big bad condo developer.
We asked why they don't just build the damn condo skyscraper and leave Earl's as the first floor tenant, but I have a hunch it can't be done because of parking space scarcity.
Condo developers don't make much off parking pavement, those greedy bastards.
Then we asked where the baker planned to go once the place shuts down. We are hatching a plan to hunt him down and pry the eclair recipe from his grip.
Damn. I am hallucinating eclairs now.
I can just picture that golden custard oozing out of its chocolate-iced puff pastry cylinder.
I must have one. Soon.