Semanal08 : Week 17 - Chicken Pie Shop

It's a Friday night. We are hungry.

It's the end of a long week. Nobody wants to cook.

What to do.

We let someone else do the cooking. We get take out food and bring it home, sit in front of the TV with a glass of wine.

One of our favourite take away eateries is the La Palma Chicken Pie Shop. It is on La Palma Blvd in Anaheim and it serves chicken pot pies. Nuff said. The food is all home made and is really tasty. They have the best mashed potatos and gravy. And cookies. Macaroons, snowballs, molases, peanut butter. So tasty.

So what we usually do is get a couple of the take away dinners, 4 uncooked pies for the freezer, a pint of gravy and a couple dozen cookies to last the weekend.

The place is a real old school mom 'n pop shop, and a little bit dingey to be honest. It doesn't look much but the food is worth it. There is nothing modern or smart about it. The old boy that runs it is a character, he's a bit of a grouch. I imagine he's done this every day for the last 47 years. So no wonder he's grouchy.

On this night I was taking video of the place and captured a great conversation between the owner and a customer. At least I would have captured it had I not ran out of battery. From what I could tell, the owner was from Germany and the customer was stationed there at some point, maybe during WW2. I wish I had gotten that on camera. I'll have to go back another time to get some more details, however I don't think I'll be lucky enough to get an interview with the old boy. I'll be lucky to get my food while it's still hot.

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