Cape Cod Day 4. Farewell to Martha’s Vineyard, hello to Bad Martha’s beer. And then some Italian.


While we’d planned on taking the 8:30pm ferry back to Woods Hole…




We arrived early and were put on an earlier freight run.




Yay! Third car on, I figured we’d be the third car off.

I was wrong.

So very wrong…




But it was a gorgeous night for a boat ride.




And for some full moon photography.




Even if some of the shots went a little wonky.




Before we knew it we were pulling into port.




And the doors were opening…





Do I take fascinating videos or what?



Naturally, we were almost the last to leave.




But that’s alright, it was a wonderful day and a memorable adventure of a fabulous place.

Next stop?





We’d passed this place in Falmouth a few times during our trip and decided that night we’d stop.




Bad Martha’s, a brewery from Edgartown on the Vineyard… from whence we just came, but managed to miss while we were there.




It was a fun space.

Loud and exuberant…. probably like Martha herself.




We did a flight.




And sadly weren’t impressed with the beer, the really uncomfortable metal tractor seats or the small menu. Basically a few pizzas or a cheese plate.

So we moved on to Mashpee and found a great little Italian restaurant.




Cranberry margarita in hand..




We drooled over the menu.




Veal Portofino for me…




(Okay, 2 cranberry margaritas in… I admit the quality of photography tends to decline.)




Chicken Florentine for the husband.




And a classic on the television at the bar.

(I still have my original album, which shouldn’t surprise anyone. Hey Bartender!)




Dessert was a shared Limonatta cream cake. Husband said he didn’t want any and ended up eating 2/3rds of it.

Light as air and positively delicious, how could he not?

One more slightly inebriated photo later…




(It was a nice looking place, you’ll just have to take my word for it.)

Day 4… over and out.








36 thoughts on “Cape Cod Day 4. Farewell to Martha’s Vineyard, hello to Bad Martha’s beer. And then some Italian.”

  1. That ferry thing has happened to us a few times on the crossing from Delaware to New Jersey when we go to/from Atlantic City.

    Did they play Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” at that Italian place?

    Was that last photo taken as you were hitting the floor?

    Think I could come up with some more questions?

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  2. I don’t mind that blurry, inebriated photos, the food looked awesome. But the cranberry margarita? Come on it can’t get any better than that, right? Oh, wait there were no ROCKS in this photo spread…..just sayin’.

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  3. I was wrong! Sometimes, even menus with decimal points will leave me clutching at my chest…

    Out of curiosity, since I don’t drink so I don’t know things, what is a “flight?” I remember a post a couple weeks ago where you complained that a certain bar you were at didn’t offer them, and I kinda wondered what it was then…

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  4. Keep in mind that if ever you can’t find a menu to drool over, you can always drool over my puns. Out of respect for my dry wit, just remember to wipe off the drool when you’re done drooling,

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  5. Geniuses think alike–before I even read this post when I was going to Cafe Vico tonight before the theatre “Aladdin”–I decided I was going to have “Veal Portofino for me…”–yes I think about dinner at Noon!

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