To be honest, I’m not sure if The Lollipop Tree was reality or a fanciful product of a childhood imagination. But here’s what I remember:
It was a restaurant in the middle of nowhere with a hallway entrance (like a trunk.) The trunk opened into a circular dining hall–off of which branched individual food stations.
Each branch represented a different country–both in decor and food. There were flags. I was free to take my tray to every country and to try as many dishes as I wanted. It was a culinary UN!
Does anyone else remember a restaurant like this from the seventies? Maybe I was having a premonition (ie. of the “food courts” of future shopping malls?)
Just a few years back, however, I discovered that another childhood “memories” was true (ie. diving horses,) so it’s possible that this one might be too.
But, even if it’s not, I’ve manifested my own grown up version of The Lollipop Tree:
In just a few weeks, I’ll leave these snow & mud encrusted mountains of rural Vermont for a city in South America. There, I’ll spend a week with new colleagues from around the world…
Here’s the list of the flavors that I’ll get to ENJOY!
Kelly Salasin, March 2011
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