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After the husband decided on leather chairs for his man cave, the focus switched to a table to put in front of them. Having just spent two exhausting days in and out of a disturbingly high number of furniture stores, I was less than enthusiastic. And when I saw what kind of tables he was considering?

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(Tables should not have wheels!) I was even less enthusiastic.

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Thinking he’d taken leave of his senses, I cried Uncle and headed for the ladies room before our two and a half hour long drive home.

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And if there was ever a stranger place to decorate with rabbits? I don’t know where it would be. No one needs a fluffle of Thumpers looking over their shoulder in a bathroom stall. Talk about performance anxiety… geesh. ( And yes, a group of rabbits really is called a fluffle. Which, when you think about it… is totally spot on. )

On the way home we stopped at a restaurant we’ve always enjoyed but haven’t frequented since early 2020.

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Is the beer really better there? I don’t know, but they have an extensive list to be sure. They also pour some interesting martinis …..

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So naturally I indulged in two Prickly Pears. The drinks were fabulous…

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But tiny.. more like wide lipped shot glasses. And for $24? I’d like to take more than 4 sips.

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While the food looked wonderful, shrimp stir fry for me… Parmesan baked haddock for the husband… both were dry as a bone, overcooked and cool when they reached the table. French onion soup forgotten and delivered with the meal? That’s a big no no. By the time the husband started his fish, it was stone cold. A disappointing visit to a place we used to love.

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