The guy who owned this venerable restaurant once, in junior high school, saved my ass from a bully (I was pathetic: wore glasses. was poor. read a lot. couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag.). I always appreciated that. A few years ago, he said the bully guy had died a decade ago. I was surprised that I didn’t have any reaction to that news. Time and wounds and all that stuff…

Like so many places the sign has been changed. Originally, it was much larger and round, proclaiming Jan Mar restaurant, Good Food.
Thank you. From what I recall from when I was younger, it was also the fave haunt of Congressman Quillen.