P.J.'s Abbey
I just got back from a very nice trip to Southern California. Everything went the way I would have liked. On Sunday morning we had brunch at P.J.'s Abbey. I was with my Mom, my Sister, her son (my nephew) and his wife. The interesting thing for us (the old ones anyway) was that this particular restaurant is in a unique place. They took an old church and converted it. The old church happens to be the one we always went to when we were growing up. I was married there, as was both my sister and brother. All kinds of significant events occurred there.


I've been there several times, and I'm used to it now. At first it had a very dreamlike quality. I could always imagine telling someone... "I had this weird dream. We went over to the church, but now it was a restaurant! We sat right where the piano should be, and there were waitresses and musicians and everything. We ordered food and were sitting there sipping coffee. Then I woke up."


You can see more about this place here.