Two good friends had been telling me for a while about a small, hidden bar and restaurant buried deep in my own neighborhood. Finally, they pushed the issue withan invitation--we will pick you up at 6PM on Friday and take you there.
So we drove the three blocks to a tiny corner bar with a sign to tell us we were at the HERITAGE TAP.
walking into the cheerful small bright and clean space, we took a booth and within minutes had a cold pilsner set before me. I was one happy camper. Then came the delicious fish and double baked potato and cole slaw and peach and rhubarb pie. All fresh, all made there and all delicious.and in my neighborhood. Only a few blocks from my house, but I was unaware of its existence. We all agreed that we will be back--our goal to eat our way rhough the menu. This type of evening is the best of Pawtucket--people doing great things every day with no fanfare-- no sense that this was unusual--just solid home cooking.