Everyone is happy at The Post. On a Friday afternoon, three cooks are laughing behind the bakery counter. When I return a week later, three new cooks — or who knows — are laughing again.
The waiters, too, are all happy. Not the giddy, storemandated affability that drives you nuts. Just the calm joy of a person who’s happy to be at work.
Happiness inhabits the place, an old VFW that was chicly remodeled and restored into a post-industrial lodge. It keeps smiles on the faces of the folks who have to wait tables and the folks who have to wait for tables.