I remember the Pines so well. My parents would ship me off to Camp and they would check into The Pines and stay for a month or so...great card games for Dad, Mah Jongh tournaments for Mom. It was a generational sort of place - the same families year after year and everyone knew everyone. I can still remember hearing Joe Cuba for the first time in my life at The Pines. The owners, the Schweid Family were lovely people, so down to earth and sweet. I wish it was still there, I'd give anything for some of their Borscht, boiled potato and pumpernickel! The memories will always remain.