To paraphrase deceased singer Scott McKenzie and his one-hit wonder, if you’re going to 1144 NW 63rd, be sure to wear flowers in your hair.
After a somewhat exhausting search for somewhat healthier places to enjoy this past Sunday—all of which were closed, mind you—my friend suggested Flower Child, one of Nichol Hills’ newest additions she had ordered from a few times in the past. At a loss for better suggestions, I whole-heartedly agreed and off we cruised to the vaunted green spot.
With an outside that resembled a particularly health-conscious fast-food eatery and a sunlit inside that loudly screamed they’re a particularly health-conscious fast-food eatery, as we walked up to the front to order our eats, a tragically skinny lad came out from the back carrying a large white plate with a single wheat-based muffin on top. That scene will always sum up my mental image of the place.
Our own plates gratefully ordered, we found a nice table towards the back to relax and enjoy each other’s company, mostly glad that this restaurant was a nice, soothing place to edibly relax after a moderately irritating search for sustenance. As the food was brought to our table, however, the real test (fest?) was about to begin.