As we were leaving Lake Champlain behind…
We (read, the husband) took a wrong turn. How this is possible when I’m constantly pointing and screaming “LEFT!” or “RIGHT” at the top of my lungs I really don’t know, but it happens.
So where did he choose to turn around?
Here.
In a field full of pigs.
Why yes, yes I am.
And when I rolled down my window to say hello, all his brothers and sisters came running out of the woods.
**Note to self – Add Pig Whisperer to resume.**
Driving south through Burlington to eat at a restaurant the husband remembered, we passed this.
Yes, those are fire hydrants.
Though, as usual… the husband was driving too fast for me to get a good picture. But apparently this is a famous sculpture in those parts and a bit of a tourist attraction.
Ah, Vermont. Ya gotta love it.
Arriving at the Windjammer after lunch but before dinner (4:00) we weren’t allowed to sit in the dining room and had to go upstairs to the bar where I had the worst cranberry orange mule imaginable. Blech. Pink dishwater…
There was also a limited ‘in between’ menu which always ticks me off. If you’re open? Serve. If you don’t want to serve? Close. It’s a simple concept.
I was starving from missing lunch and ordered the rather interesting sounding meatloaf.
Naturally I wanted mashed potatoes with it… I mean, hello? It’s meatloaf!
But since it was 4:00? No dice. (Or potatoes.)
I settled for broccoli.
Sadly, no. I’m not.
Order placed, we clomped downstairs to the salad bar which was shaped like a ship.
Isn’t it just.
The salad bar was mediocre, nothing to write home about… but the meals? Lord love a duck, they were horrible. The husband didn’t eat his Shephards Pie, it was as dry as the Sahara and while I tried to struggle through the pasty, how can it be this tasteless meatloaf, I gave up rather quickly and ended up having a plate of broccoli.
No pictures…
Agreed.
You really weren’t. Management took it off our bill, but I really have nothing good to say about that place.
As we drove back to the resort to pick through left overs in the fridge, I made the husband slow down so I could take a few quick pics of the fabulous silo that greets you when you come into the town.
How fun is that?
