This place hasn’t been called McCarthy’s for years, but Doug and I still refer to it that way. Someone named Mauro bought and renamed it a while back, but fortunately didn’t change much else. It’s our favorite place to get breakfast on Sunday mornings–good simple food for cheap. During the week, it seems to be trapped about 45 years ago–the retired men next to the construction guys at the counter at lunchtime; short order cook giving everyone a little lip; waitresses who call everyone “dear.” I hope we find somplace like it near our new house.