Bananas Foster to me brings back very hazy, almost smoky memories. I don’t think the actual atmosphere was smoky, but there is a distinct haziness in the memory, or maybe it’s because it was so long ago. Hmmmm, either way Bananas Foster was a surprisingly important part of my childhood.
When I was very young, 6-8 years old, there used to be this adorable little restaurant that my dad would sell to. It’s long gone, which is too bad. It was called Compass Cafe. My dad sold there, and I think one or both of my older siblings worked there. Bananas Foster is what my dad would always order for dessert for us to share. So, for me, it is a very cherished dessert though one that I haven’t thought of in years.
