I met one of my best friends, illustrator Daniel Krall, when we both worked the café at the Borders book store in Towson. We served coffee and brainstormed together. We goofed off a bit, too, but we also made some mean cappuccinos. Along the way we planted the seeds for our first published work. Those were good times.
We’d often take our lunch break, or some time after a shift, and head up the street to Souris’ Saloon for food and beer. It’s a great spot, steeped in history — open since the 1930s and retaining many original details. The food is very decent and very affordable. The atmosphere is unflinchingly pleasant.
Alas, neither of us has worked in Towson for many years, which means we haven’t been Souris’ regulars for some time. I think the last time we were there was five or six years ago. Until Monday when, on a whim, we decided to drive up and grab lunch.
Walking in felt great — outside of the addition of a few nice TVs virtually nothing has changed. It’s still a window to the past, still a comfortable place. We took a booth and settled in. We ordered, we drank, we ate.
Time came for the check and our server, Stephanie, eyed us with a bit of curiosity before asking, “Didn’t you guys used to work down the street at the bookstore?”
What? How?
She was genuinely glad to see us. She asked what we’d been up to and we told her. We chatted for a minute and reminisced. She said she hoped she’d see us again soon. The whole experience was as authentic and pleasant as any I’ve ever had in a customer service setting. It kind of blew my mind.
I came of age working retail and restaurants. I was fairly damn good at it and I learned a lot — to this day part of me wants to go back to that world. But I have to be honest: I was never good enough to remember someone six years out. That’s just exceptional. Insane in every right sense of the word.
As Daniel and I left to head back to the grind we talked about how we should probably try to turn Monday lunch at Souris’ into a regular thing. It’s a little out of our way, sure, but Stephanie works Mondays. That counts.
I’m tempted to spill another two hundred words on exactly why it counts, but the truth is that if you don’t get it then, well, good luck. Service always wins.





