In the bet-friendly berg of Goldsby sits an always-full diner off the highway known as Libby’s Café, 111 N. Main Ave. As part of my recent tour of duty turning fractured romantic relationships into sought-after friendships, I invited my recent ex-ladyfriend out to lunch, the first in a couple of months.
With a full house on a windy Saturday afternoon, Libby’s has a classic look to it, with various woodwork on the walls and leather chairs, strangely, for sale when you walk in. We were seated towards the back and after looking at the menu for a few minutes, ordered as we eagerly talked about what’s currently going on in our lives. It was good to laugh with her again.