I'm seated next to an honest-to-goodness fireplace in a Craftsman house built in the 1920s. When a server walks past carrying a tray loaded with Mason jars of Bloody Marys, the wooden floor creaks, flexes and groans beneath her feet. As I leave later, owner Steve Massis is sitting on the porch. He stands up from his rocking chair, waves goodbye to us as if this were Mayberry and we were dinner guests at his home. We might... More >>>