One upon a time, a woman decided to open a small exclusive deli on the north side of a large hill in the town in which she lived. She was an excellent cook, demanding that all the produce be fresh, the meats and cheeses top-grade, the eggs still warm from the chickens, in short, everything had to be perfect.
And so it was, for everyone who came and ate, left moaning for being over-stuffed and just plain stuptified from the thick sandwiches on bread fresh from the clay oven, savory soups, and the six-of-one, half-a dozen of the other types of pies and cakes also made daily.
On the east side of the hill, a second woman in another county, sister to the first, celebrated her anniversary at her older sister's new deli and decided to open her own shop far enough away that she wouldn't compete and take away business.
She too was an excellent cook, and cries of satiation and promises to return the following day came from every customer. The waiting lines were long but no one minded for the food was to die for.
A third and fourth sister opened their own little eatery shops on the south and west sides of the hill in their own separate villages with equal sucess. Pictures were in all the papers and the critics adored each little restaurant.
To this day, that site is known as the Mount of County Bistros.
And so it was, for everyone who came and ate, left moaning for being over-stuffed and just plain stuptified from the thick sandwiches on bread fresh from the clay oven, savory soups, and the six-of-one, half-a dozen of the other types of pies and cakes also made daily.
On the east side of the hill, a second woman in another county, sister to the first, celebrated her anniversary at her older sister's new deli and decided to open her own shop far enough away that she wouldn't compete and take away business.
She too was an excellent cook, and cries of satiation and promises to return the following day came from every customer. The waiting lines were long but no one minded for the food was to die for.
A third and fourth sister opened their own little eatery shops on the south and west sides of the hill in their own separate villages with equal sucess. Pictures were in all the papers and the critics adored each little restaurant.
To this day, that site is known as the Mount of County Bistros.