Things I will miss in Houston: House of Pies. The only pie I’ll eat here is strawberry, but the greasy spoon fare has been a staple since I first moved here 8 years ago. We made a point of taking out-of-towners here, usually before heading to the airport. My husband made a habit of checking to see what silverware was magnetized. The Club Breakfast comforted me after late night work evenings. I’ll miss it.
