Conspicuous Consumption

A $180.00 steak sandwich speaks for itself (or should for that kind of $$$!).

At Don Wagyu, a new sandwich shop in the financial district, a five-ounce piece of steak, imported from Japan, can cost as much as a hundred and eighty dollars.

But hey, it’s served in a small wooden box, tied up with a ribbon and stamped with the establishment’s logo, the head of a louche-looking steer with a cigarette dangling from its mouth.

Old Farts Club

The origins of the Old Farts Club can be traced to the mid-1990s, when Smith and his daughters would meet at the nearby Bristol Bakery for morning coffees. By 2000, several Bristol Rotarians joined in, growing the group to around eight members.

 

OLD FARTS CLUB founder George Smith, 92, shows off a mug with a picture of the most senior member of the club — 107-year-old Bill James — who also attended last Wednesday’s coffee klatch.

Membership in the Old Farts Club can be an ephemeral thing, given the fragile stage of life that most of its members have reached. But if members may come, go, and sometimes slow down a bit, the club itself shows no signs of going anywhere.

“I’ll have them for as long as they come here,” Chamberlin said. “It’s town history. Just to have them as part of Cubbers is an honor.”

Each day, Chamberlin opens his doors to the Old Farts hours before the restaurant’s official opening at 11 a.m. But, he explained, his accommodation is only a small way of repaying the esteemed group, whose members who have contributed to the community in many ways, include retired teachers, postal workers and firefighters.

“All of those guys did their service,” he said. “What’s a cup of coffee?”