Fast-forward to the present: my then-boyfriend-current-husband and I sitting in the same little restaurant eating pizza and telling boring stories to our two sons about how we used to eat there in high school.
There aren't many restaurants around town that my husband and I have been able to eat at in the same location for thirty years. Panhandler's--or Pan's to the cool kids--hasn't changed much in that time. Near the university, it draws a college crowd but also lots of families and nostalgic too-young-to-be-old-timers like us. It's not the place to go for a fancy big salad. (That always makes me think of Elaine from Seinfeld. "Do ya have a big salad?") But the pizza--thick crust or thin--and the atmosphere are always great. We will eat there forever.