The call came all too soon, even though it was 2:00 am in the morning. Time sure can get away from you at Wally's. The call signals it's time to close but no one seemed to be ready to head home.
Not your ordinary, touristy attraction appeal, Wally's is about the best place for jazz one can find. A place the locals gather, Wally's really packs em in. Tiny and crowded, enthusiastic patrons ranged in age from the young crowd of mid-thirties to the older generation, who might remember years ago when Wally's was first opened. It was interesting to watch as they gathered round the bar and engaged in conversation while ordering another round.It was like a portrait painted long ago.
Sipping our morning coffee, we decided to set off down Route 7 in western Connecticut to see where the road leads us.
Mangia Calamari! 