Grinnell’s Restaurant on Monroe Avenue in Brighton is a funny place. That is if you think funny is old school, solid, moderately priced, fine dining with no discernible ethnic overtones. (I don’t count Jewish as an ethnic group when it comes to food.)
Peggi’s mom loves the place so we returned tonight and each one of us ordered the Grouper Piccata special. They have a player piano here which was quiet tonight and most nights they have a piano player that stops by to play the standards. They have a pretty good bar crowd and plenty of single elderly people who stop by for their Early Bird nightly meal. They’re open seven nights a week so they pick up the slack on Sundays and Mondays when so many high end spots are closed.
They seem to rotate historic photos of Brighton from the Erie Canal days on. And tonight they had photos on loan from the Rush Rhees Collection at the UofR. I took a photo of the photo of Rochester’s old New York Central train station. It was designed by Claude Bragdon and then torn down in 1964 in some bone-headed urban renewal effort with ethnic overtones.
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after they tear shit down they are always sorry later, replacing old buildings with architecturally significant value with some planned obsolescent crap, i’ve been seeing that kind of white trash behavior my whole life.