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Because furniture shopping drives my husband to drink.

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After a full day of furniture shopping my husband cried uncle.

Or more accurately, Sicilian Table in Falmouth.

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It’s the new sister restaurant to our favorite and we’ve been a few times. Remember the fabulous fish?

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We snagged a spot at the busy bar…

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And commenced cocktailing.

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Okay, maybe that was me.

First up? A rosemary lemondrop.

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Sheer herby perfection.

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Enough so that I had two, with a beautifully rich chicken Marsala.

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Moving on to the winter Cosmo I watched my husband devour the Devils Tower of beef.

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My name not theirs. It was a fabulous but ridiculously expensive filet mignon, no sides included. I don’t mind paying for a great meal, but geesh… don’t make me pay extra for potatoes and veg.

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I don’t care how full you are you can’t pass on their desserts.

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I took half home, but the hazelnut tiramisu was divine.

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And according to my fussy husband, their cheesecake is the best in the state. Caramel bourbon pear sauce…

How could it not delight?

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