Back in the 70's their was a plating shop on California St in Parker Arizona just before the bridge that exits the state.
I held that thought.
My mom was an amazing cook and her high end copper bottom cookware was so shopworn, just plain worn out, that it lost it's advantage.
I stopped by the plating shop and ask the guy if he had a remedy.
He gave me his card, quoted a flat rate and said send or bring the cookware in.
Mom packed it up, sent it to the Parker Az. address with a check.
A few weeks later a box arrived at moms house with the beautiful, re-everything'd restored cookware inside.
Pulling it all out of the box was incredible. Lit up the house.
Like when Dorothy stepped out of the crashed farmhouse into Oz.
The polished re done shiny metal looked an inch thick, the re coppered bottoms talked to you, new handles, it was amazing.
Sister inherited the set.
Went to my sisters house and she busted it out for dinner this past holiday.
No pix because sister doesn't allow cellphones at family gatherings for obvious reasons and that made me smile.