A harp towers majestically and a little mysteriously in the corner. Between one mirror and the front door stands the spinet piano where Mr. Bill, as he calls himself, a tall, lean gray-haired man of mature though indeterminate age, plows through show and jazz standards. As befits his awareness that he is performing and not just playing , he wears a tie and white shirt, sleeves rolled up. Taking a break, he sits at a table in the back of the restaurant, reviving himself with coffee and a cigarette. If you're hankering to hear such old tunes as Ruby and Blue Moon while you're dining on soul food, this is your place.
Service is friendly and helpful.
Even with Mr. Bill's keyboard ministrations, the atmosphere makes a pass at serenity. Lights are kept at a fairly dim level. Conversation is conducted in murmurs. Privacy is respected. I enjoyed much of what my colleagues and I tasted on our visits, but meat and fish are definitely better than vegetables.