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After endless hours following my husband around the antique mall, I needed sustenance.

And a drink.

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The Black Whale on the New Bedford waterfront seemed to be the place.

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They must have been understaffed because we walked by an entirely empty room …

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And were pointed to the last two seats available in the main dining room…

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Which happened to be at the bar, so you know my husband was happy. My spring sangria was crisp and lovely… sorry I can’t remember what was in it.

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And my crab cakes with Cajun remoulade were heavenly.

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Husbands’s clam chowder was a rich creamy meal in itself so we opted to split an entree.

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Of fried scallops, garlic mashed potatoes and roasted broccolini.

Yum.

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After eating we took a little stroll along the waterfront.

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No pleasure craft here.

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Just fishing boats.

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Long haulers, draggers…

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If you wonder where your seafood comes from, it’s here.

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I spent my adolescence surrounded by fisherman and believe me when I say they are hardworking people.

Salt of the earth.

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Or the sea, in this case.

😊

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