Got a Case of the Mondays?

Mondays are, well…Mondays. (Especially when it feels like darkness is falling earlier every day.) I’ve got an idea for you.

Actually, Tribos does.

Images from Tribos Peri Peri social media

Tribos Peri Peri, located at 6010 University Boulevard in Ellicott City. That is to say, the part of Ellicott City which is a stone’s throw away from Waterloo Elementary School. (I’ve never understood that.) They opened in January, 2023 and we discovered them in July of that year.

Every October since then they’ve had pumpkin nights. You call to let them know you’ll be there for pumpkin carving and decorating, and when you come for dinner they’ll be ready with everything you need.

I mean, you’d be eating dinner anyway, right?

Yes, I’ve written about Tribos before. Have you been there yet?

Every once in a while you discover a restaurant that always seems to have exactly what you want no matter what your mood. It’s not a fancy, five-star, white tablecloth place but a homey retreat from the craziness of the outside world. The owner and the staff and welcoming and the service is attentive.

Friends, if you find a restaurant like this you commit to it. You root for it. You find yourself having an emotional stake in its success.

That’s how we feel about Tribos. The owner has been so kind to us. We don’t go out much since COVID but if we do, nine times out of ten it’s here. They always make us feel welcome.

Maybe you are not the pumpkin type. That’s fine. You might know someone who is - - spread the word. Or just pop on over for some peri peri chicken or a lamb pita and enjoy watching other people ‘pumpkining’ away.

It might be just the thing for a case of the Mondays.

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