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The griddle, the counter and the everlasting spirit of Aram Postaljian
When I moved to Watertown to work at the Armenian Weekly, I quickly mapped out my breakfast loyalties. I was a faithful regular at the Deluxe Town Diner (where I would eventually propose to my wife, Araz) as well as Uncommon Grounds and the Watertown Diner. But then I noticed a small spot just over the town line on Trapelo Road in Belmont: Aram’s Café.
It wasn’t just that he opened earlier than anyone else, when the rest of the world was still groggily rubbing its eyes. It was that name. That unapologetically Armenian name painted on the sign pulled me right through the front door. I didn’t necessarily switch allegiances, but Aram’s instantly earned a permanent spot on my roster.
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Aram’s Cafe was the first stop I would make when I landed in Boston after getting off the red-eye plane trip from Los Angeles during my twice a year visit to see my two children who were attending college there.
As Rupen so well describes, Adam would be standing by his grill making breakfast for his regular customers with a smile on his face and holding conversations with his customers.
Aran is a shining example of a wonderful man who always remembered to be kind to others and take an active interest in the life of his customers.
Adam, Rest in Peace!!
Dear Friends,
I am in shock as I read this article. Aram was a wonderful man, and enjoyed my son’s family while he attended Tufts University. When Michele and I came to visit we always headed to Aram’s. Thank you for teaching us how to be civil to one another. You will be missed my brother. Love to all your families.
Peter and Michele Mnatzakanian
New Bern, NC