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while back, I found myself in Newport, Rhode
Island, driving up from NYC for a day jaunt with no
rhyme or reason attached to it. As I headed down
Thames Street I noticed what had to be an interesting
restaurant, The Newport Café.
Many things happen in life completely by
chance. Go know! When I first met Ann Davis, I was
not ready for the persona and the fire emanating from
her eyes that accompanied a hard working, nose to the
grindstone type of woman. One of the reasons that I
went into her establishment was that as I was driving
by, a car happened to pull out of a parking spot right in
front of her door. That and the promise of an exquisite
stuffed lobster sucked me right in. The restaurant which
boasted four stars from here and five stars from there
was decorated in contemporary no matching dishes and
no matching table cloths…you get the idea.
Walking in, I looked around at the décor and
saw this picture of an incredible looking woman in a
Victorian dress hanging over the fireplace mantle. It
knocked me out. Anyway, I was shown to a table and
I continued to look around the room. Now you can’t
make this kind of stuff up. It would be too bizarre.
Lying on a table next to the old fashioned player piano,
(that actually still works; leave it to Ann) was a beat
up copy of my version of Musashi’s
Book of Five Ring