The Cove

Our book club needs a name. Or a mascot. Or both. Perusing Piranhas? Skimming Sallies? Reading Rabbits? Discussing Dinos?

Enough. Maybe we're too cool for a name. Because we ARE cool, as proven by our recent excursion to The Cove on Broad. Pizza and drinks were delicious, creative and fun. Hummus was good, too. Music was incredibly aggressive and unpleasant, and I'd wager that I wasn't the only patron that felt that way. The pain of the angry music was almost completely obliterated by something wonderful: one of the waiters walked us to our car. "Without being asked or told," as my elementary school principal would say. It was charming. And sensible, I might add.

Cheers to The Cove. And to the coolest book club this side of the Mississippi.