06/06/2026
Over the years, many stories have unfolded inside our Bell Road dining room. Families celebrated birthdays, friendships were formed, and countless regulars became familiar faces. But one of our favorite Bell Road stories belongs to Suzanne, who has been serving guests there for the past 15 years.
Back then, Frank was one of our Bell Road regulars, and he always sat in Suzanne's section.
The way Suzanne tells it, he'd come in after work, toss his keys onto the table in the corner booth, order his breadsticks well done, and settle in for a conversation. He could never remember her name, either. He just called her "Minnesota."
Since afternoons were usually slower, there was plenty of time to chat. Suzanne admits she was a little late to the game in realizing what was happening. To her, Frank was just a friendly regular and a nice guy.
Meanwhile, Frank was playing the long game.
One day, before heading out on a trip, he asked Suzanne to text him her shirt size so he could bring her back a souvenir.
That's when something finally clicked.
She remembers thinking, "Nobody needs a text message to remember a shirt size."
Frank didn't need her shirt size. He needed her phone number.
Suzanne played along anyway.
A few years later, they were married.
You'd think when people look back on a restaurant, they'd remember the food first. But more often, it's the people they remember, the conversations, the familiar faces, and the connections made along the way. Bell Road has been that place for a lot of people over the years.
For Suzanne, it just happened to be where she met her husband, too. 💛