Yesterday I met a group of old friends for lunch, something we’ve been doing about once a month for 25 years now!
Actually we started out as a writing group, meeting in the basement of the old Shorewood Library. When we reserved the room, the librarian listed us in the book as the “independent writers group,” and we decided we liked that moniker well enough to adopt it as our unofficial name.
We’ve been through a lot together: births, deaths, cancer, family traumas, you name it. Although we’ve continued writing, our interests have diverged considerably from our initial interest in the romance genre. At this point our main reason for getting together is probably more for the social ties that bind us than our need for feedback on our work—although we do get back to writing fundamentals on a regular basis.
Anyway, yesterday we met for lunch at Ma Fischer’s Restaurant, a Milwaukee landmark. I had NEVER been there before, not in the entire time I’ve lived in Milwaukee.
And that’s saying something.
Back in the 1980s when telephone poles along Farwell and Prospect Avenues around North were plastered with flyers for shows by local bands like the Violent Femmes, Da BoDeans (later just the BoDeans), and Oh! Those Spanic Boys (later just the Spanic Boys)—all of which played on Saturday Night Live, Letterman, and similar national stages—Ma Fischer’s was the place to go for breakfast after the bars closed.
It still is. Ma Fischer’s is open 24 hours a day and serves “Breakfast” and “Not Breakfast” anytime. How could I have missed out on it all these years? (But then I’ve never closed Wolski’s, either. Clearly I have some living to catch up on 🙂 )
Some pics . . .