The Chef-o-Nette

We took a step back in time today. The little restaurant near our former home on Abington Rd. has reopened (closed for over a year with new owners). It opened in 1955, was refurbished in the 70s, and that's about the decor today. We went there for lunch after church. Some of the old favorites are on the menu, except the sandwiches which used to be $1.50 are now $11.95, and they don't have their fabulous tapioca. I had the "Hangover," which is/was their signature sandwich. Hamburger with slice of ham, and cheese, lettuce, tomato and onion. Bob had a big waffle.  Breakfast is all day, but they close at 2:30 p.m. We moved here in June 1967 to an apartment on Farleigh Rd. and after the movers left, we cut through an alley and found a shopping center with a little luncheonette. We had our first meal there. Phil and I had our last meal together there the last week of September 2019 for my birthday and he was diagnosed on October 1, 2019, with terminal cancer.

Chef-o-Nette is closing

We heard some bad news Monday night. The Chef-o-Nette in Upper Arlington is closing! This week! When we moved here in June 1967 we rented an apartment on Farleigh Road. We cut through someone's yard to the little Tremont shopping center and found a restaurant. We lived in that neighborhood for 35 years. I couldn't count the times we've eaten there, or just popped in for the tapioca. I'm not sure but I think the last time I ate there was with Phil in September 2019 for my birthday 2 days before he was diagnosed with glioblastoma and our lives changed forever. I probably had a "Hang-over with fries." When he was in pre-school we'd go there for a snack then wait for Phoebe to get out of Tremont School across the street. I wrote about the Chef in this blog in 2010 and 2006.

Collecting My Thoughts: Chef-O-Nette in Tremont Center

Collecting My Thoughts

Collecting My Thoughts

 

Blessed are the poor in spirit

I haven't found the exact article on line I read today in the March 2020 Magnificat written by Kimberly Shankman about the meaning of her son's suffering, “The Richness of Poverty of Spirit.”  But this one about the last normal day she had with her son in 2014 https://www.thegregorian.org/2014/johns-last-normal-day  reminded me of the last "normal" day I had with mine before his diagnosis October 1, 2019. We had lunch together the last Saturday in September at the Chef o Nette Restaurant in Tremont shopping center in the neighborhood where we began our lives together, across the street from his elementary school, the swimming pool, the ball fields he played in and the library we visited every week. That day he was impatient and edgy, but nothing unusual. We both ordered "Hangover and fries," a specialty. No outward sign of the large tumor growing in his brain.

I'm not where Mrs. Shankman is yet on the meaning of suffering. She was reflecting on the Beatitudes in the article I read. She wrote that now she understands "poor in spirit" whereas before she didn't. "All the money in the world couldn't buy what I needed. What could save us--what did save us--was the recognition of my utter, total, abject poverty (of spirit). All I could do was beg God every day to show us his path on this rocky road. And he has responded with breathtaking generosity, showering blessings on us directly and through those he surrounds us with. The love of friends, support of neighbors and caring of strangers answer our prayers and bring us profound peace."