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The last supper….. in Williamsburg.

 

This is for the food (and drink) people.

An entire post devoted to our final meal in Virginia. (That’s 2 in 3 days so no more complaining!)

 

 

(On a side note, it was Bogart day last Sunday and the husband and I did nothing but eat, drink and watch the classics.

The Maltese Falcon. Key Largo. The Caine Mutiny. African Queen. And my all time favorite movie … Casablanca. I cry at the nightclub scene when they drown out the Germans by singing La Marseillaise… every damn time! Good stuff.)

But back to food.

After spending 8 hours in an antique store that day I was in dire need of a cocktail.

Or eight.

 

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And when I saw a sign for Eddie Romanelli’s?

I may have squealed.

I didn’t think this was a chain, but there was one in Wilmington, North Carolina we used to make a pilgrimage to every other month when we lived down south. Their Crabmeat Cannelloni in Carolina Shrimp Sauce?

To die for.

 

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We sat at a high top in the bar area because of it’s… ya know.

Proximity to the cocktails.

 

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Prickly pear margarita?

Come to mama….

 

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Sadly the crabmeat wasn’t on the menu, but the fresh baked bread with herbed olive oil was wonderful.

 

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As was the Caesar salad.

 

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And the sparkling Tuscan lemonade. Fresh, crisp and quite delightful.

 

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Husband had a juicy charbroiled steak with garlic sauteed spinach…

 

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While I indulged my inner Italian with some pasta…. drenched in garlic Parmesan cream and loaded with grilled chicken, mushrooms and peas.

Were there more cocktails?

 

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Maybe….

And damn that waitress for not clearing them as fast as I could drink them.

 

 

 

I’m going to blame the cocktail consumption for this last picture I took on the way back to the resort….

 

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Because I have no idea what it is…

Or what it was supposed to be….

But trust me, it was fabulous.

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a Game of Thrones day miracle….

 

In case you didn’t notice, Sunday night ushered in episode 1 of the final season of the epic HBO series Game of Thrones.

I’m a huge fan girl and had been looking forward to it for a long time.

 

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I was wearing my shirt…

 

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Twitching in anticipation…

And expecting the usual  – I don’t like GOT even though I’ve never actually watched GOT –  look from my husband.

It goes something like this….

 

 

But this was the final season!

I was excited, I was nervous, I was sad….

 

 

But I was also speechless, because at 9:00 Sunday morning my husband…. the husband who for 8 years had refused to even entertain the idea of watching GOT… asked to watch GOT.

From the beginning.

 

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I was shocked.

And quickly hit the DVR before he changed his mind.

So we watched GOT.

For 15 hours!!

 

 

All of season 1 and most of season 2.

He loved it…. and was absolutely hooked.

 

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It took all the restraint I could muster not to wear a smug satisfied grin.

 

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And no, I didn’t even say that.

Although it damn near killed me not to.

Monday morning brought Patriots Day (a New England recognized holiday)  and my husband…. asking for more GOT.

 

 

10:00 in the morning till 11:30 at night.

Season 2 and most of 3.

Epic!

He’s never binge watched a series in his entire life, but at the rate he’s going he’ll be able to watch the final season with me in real time.

That’s the good news.

The bad news?

When I asked him halfway through season 1 who his favorite character was and he said Ned Stark.

Oops.