Tag Archives: waterfront

The very definition of random.

 

Let’s start with a beautiful picture I snapped the other night when we took a ride up the coast.

 

 

Maine summer on the ocean.

You can’t beat it.

 

 

Our neighbor invited us over to see their tree house up close and personal.

 

 

Yes, the tree adjacent tree house I complained about in my blog a while back.

So… which one of you weasels ratted me out?

 

Adverbs.

Or rather, the death of them… is driving me to drink.

 

 

Real delicious?

Make the next one a double.

 

 

Grocery store bouquets.

 

 

Because sometimes a girl just has to buy herself flowers.

 

 

Socks… for my table?

Wonder if the dryer will eat those as well.

 

And finally, because you know I couldn’t resist….

 

 

You’re welcome.

Farnsworth Part 2…..

 

Continuing our stroll around the museum, we found abstract landscapes…

 

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A necklace challenged woman…

 

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And a large amount of love.

 

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The husband still had that  what the hell am I looking at  puzzled look on his face… and read all the detailed descriptions in hopes of enlightenment.

 

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And speaking of light….

 

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While I’m generally not a fan of realism, the play of light and shadows in this piece were spectacular.

 

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And now?

Behold….

 

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I found a rock!

 

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As well as a nude on a mushroom.

Bet you’ve never seen that before.

 

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Upstairs we found the Maine gallery.

 

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Which welcomed us with bloody fish guts.

I’d have preferred an apple martini, but whatever.

 

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There were Maine scenes.

 

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Including this melancholy piece of women waiting for their men to return from the sea.

 

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There was an extremely long panoramic of Main Street, Rockland in the 1800’s.

 

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Did you know it’s known as the Lobster Capitol of the World?

You do now.

 

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There was a model ship, which after those amazing examples we’d seen in Virginia…. looked like a 4 year old had built it.

 

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Btw… did you know it’s bad luck to say the word pig on a lobster boat? I’ve known fisherman who won’t even bring a ham sandwich on board…. though no one could ever tell me where that started.

 

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What does this have to do with Maine? Other than the fact it’s made with seashells, I have no idea.

I’ve certainly never seen a lobsterman wear one.

 

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I’ve also never seen one wear that.

For which I am quite thankful…..

 

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Done with the museum, I picked a restaurant on the Camden waterfront.

 

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It had a nice view.

 

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And a tasty Maine sipper.

 

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But the husband wasn’t satisfied with the small lunch menu, so we just had clam chowder….

 

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And wondered when that eagle was going to swoop down and snag a piece of fish.

Though I suggested a few other places to eat, the husband opted for Chinese take out…

 

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Which was disappointing, again. It seems no matter how many places we try, they’re always awful.

My shrimp lo mien? Tasted like soap.

The beef and broccoli? Like they used Alpo for sauce.

Blech!

I fear I’ll never catch up…

 

Which is why I’m posting about Valentines Day at the end of March.

 

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It started with a nice bouquet of roses….

 

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And a kitchen selfie before we went out for a late lunch on the water.

 

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The building used to house a garage… and was previously a wonderful restaurant called, are you ready?

La Garage.

Clever… no?

But now it has new owners and a new incarnation as the Water Street Kitchen and Bar.

 

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It sits on the Sheepscot River in Wiscasset and please pardon the reflection of my hands in the window.

 

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We’ve been wanting to try it for a while, and found that’s it’s undergone a major remodel.

 

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The feel is more modern.

 

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And I have to say I was loving the metal works installations. This would be perfect for all my husband’s rusty crap treasures!

 

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But first things first.

 

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A marvelous basil limeade with a view….

 

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The menu was small, but seemed alright.

 

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And just as the waitress brought my (overly salted) charred Brussels sprouts appetizer, the husband saw a friend of his walk in and asked them to join us.

On Valentines Day.

Oh, well.

 

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This called for two Blueberry Mojitos… .because a girl can only take so much romance.

Husband had a butternut squash soup, which you couldn’t pay me to eat.

 

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And then it was on to a rather dry, garlic-less shrimp scampi for me, and an overcooked paella for the other half.

 

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The meal was redeemed by dessert.

 

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A delightful lemon marscapone cake…

Husband’s friends said their meals were good, and the cocktails were lovely so we might give them another try.  We do like the area and supporting small businesses.

 

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And I might have to take another look at the metal works.

 

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They really were quite interesting.

 

Dinner on the waterfront.

 

This is for all the people who scream about food pictures. An entire blog devoted to a meal.

 

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Though I’m not a fan of oysters….

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The York River Oyster Company in Gloucester Point, Virginia seemed like a great spot for dinner.

 

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So we strolled around the marina checking out the boats before heading inside.

 

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It was a little too cold for outdoor seating in December.

 

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So we picked a table with a view.

 

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With a pole right in the middle to ruin any pictures I might want to share.

Yay us.

 

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I started with an Orange Crush which seems to be a very popular cocktail lately.

 

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And then cringed at the thought of anyone wanting red wine in their Mule.

 

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We started with an appetizer order of simply superb steamed shrimp.

 

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They were perfectly cooked and seasoned and just melted in our mouths.

 

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Cocktail number 2?

An Afternoon Delight.

 

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And I dare you not to have that song stuck in your head all day.

 

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Dinner for me was a crab cake and fried shrimp. The most I can say about them is they were decent. The crab cake could have had more crab and the shrimp were a bit overdone. Which was a shame because the flavor was there.

 

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I don’t know what the husband was thinking with this abomination.

A burger topped with bacon and pulled pork…. for those days when your arteries just feel too clear.

He picked it apart and ate everything separately which probably defeats the purpose, but said it was good.

 

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Dessert was a nice tart Key Lime Pie. Don’t give me those sugary sweet versions. When I order Key Lime? I want my lips to pucker.

 

 

Yes, like that.

 

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Night descended while we ate.

 

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And while I’d give the restaurant a solid B minus ……

 

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I have to admit they did have a clever slogan.

 

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Yorktown waterfront…. a pub, good food, some feral cats and a view.

 

In case you haven’t already guessed, there was not a single wine filter gift to be had in the entire state of Virginia…. so the only thing left to do was drown my sorrows at the Yorktown Pub.

 

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This unassuming little place got great reviews and had been recommended to us by numerous people so we gave it a try.

 

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While it’s definitely a no frills local hangout….

 

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The riverfront views were lovely.

 

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The feral cats were friendly….

 

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Plentiful, and well fed by the bar owners and staff.

 

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And while the cocktail list was basic?

 

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The drinks were tasty, potent and cheap.

 

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What more can a girl ask?

 

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Good food.

The husband’s weird combination of chicken fingers and mixed veggies looked odd but he was happy with it…. and my fried shrimp were quite honestly the best I’ve had in years. Fresh, juicy, and perfectly cooked with a light crisp batter. Add homemade tartar sauce, some marvelous fries and another cocktail?

 

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And River was a happy camper.

 

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Long live beer diversity!

 

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And cheap meals.

 

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Since the sun was setting…

 

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We took a stroll along the water.

 

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Hand in hand…

 

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Enjoying the scenery…

 

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And the non traditional ways we choose to spend the holidays.

 

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Different places.

 

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Different sights.

 

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Different sounds.

 

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Different experiences.

 

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And never a dull moment.

Day 7…. Historic Jamestown

 

Part 2 of the historic triangle in the Williamsburg ,Virginia area is Jamestown. What I didn’t know before arriving was that there are 2 distinct ways to experience it…. the National Park site and the more touristy recreation.

 

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We opted for the National site first, by way of the Colonial Parkway.

 

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The Parkway is a beautiful 23 mile road that runs along the James River from Williamsburg to Yorktown.

 

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We jumped off at Jamestown and drove the 5 mile Island Loop, a self guided tour that explores the natural environment and history of the area.

 

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Then it was on to the visitors center.

 

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I won’t bore you  more than I already do   with the story. You can read about it here.  Suffice it to say Jamestown was the first permanent English settlement, the birthplace of Virginia… and basically, America.

 

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There was a wonderful theater…

 

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With multiple screens… where we brushed up on our high school history.

 

 

Outside there was a long boardwalk…

 

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That led to a monument…

 

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Which I’m sure the husband was glad he didn’t have to climb.

 

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It was there we waited for our Park Ranger tour guide.

 

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Who led us to the original settlers’ site.

 

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That’s Pocahantas to the right… and yes, there was a Mockingbird on her head. A real one who proceeded to poop on her nose.

 

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The only thing left from the original settlers’ buildings was one crumbling wall of a church.

 

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But archeologists have been actively digging here for years….

 

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Removing thousands of artifacts from the fort….

 

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And various other buildings.

 

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Here, the husband checks out a model recreation of the site.

 

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The soldiers barracks.

 

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Where the Queen visited a decade ago.

 

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And the required selfie by the water.

 

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There was an outline of a church with markers for the identified graves.

 

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And a graveyard for unidentified remains.

 

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It was a lovely spot.

 

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But the history of the hardships the colonists suffered sure made you appreciate the wealth of opportunities and conveniences we have now.

 

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Famine, civil unrest, severe weather, murder, Indian attacks…. even cannabilism. They experienced it all.

 

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Second required selfie by the water to lighten the mood.

 

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It was a fascinating tour…

 

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And we learned a lot.

 

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But it was lunchtime…. and the husband’s stomach was growling.

 

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Not wanting to waste time and drive back to town, we were glad to find a small cafe on site.

 

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You couldn’t beat the view.

 

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Chicken salad spinach wrap with potato salad for me…

 

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Tomato bisque and a Sloppy Joe with potato salad for the husband.

Thus fortified, we headed for the museum.

 

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Jennette’s Pier, Nags Head North Carolina…. cold wind, cursing, birds and the death of a hairdo.

 

Continuing farther down the coast of the Outer Banks, I wanted to stop and walk out on a pier.

(Have I mentioned that I have a knack for picking the coldest, windiest, most frigid days to do this? Seriously… it’s a gift. If there’s one bitter cold day on an otherwise delightfully warm 2 week vacation? That’s the one I’ll choose to walk out on a pier.)

 

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There’s the husband, bracing himself against the wind and giving me (and my phone) the evil eye.

 

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And there’s the entrance to Jennette’s Pier, the biggest and best in Nags Head.

 

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Gladly.

This type… and the other. It was too damn cold for either of them.

 

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Approaching the entrance…. you don’t follow a yellow brick road.

 

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But a line of memorial blue fish.

I love this idea!

 

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A quick peek at the beach…

 

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The map…

 

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And me mumbling ‘Holy Crap it’s freezing! Can you read the pier history a little faster please?’

 

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A quick peek at the beach on the other side.

 

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Through the gate…

 

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Past the turtle.

And finally, the door…

 

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Where the husband had to hold on to his hat so it didn’t fly off.

It was that windy.

A brief warm respite inside to pay the $2 ticket price and out we went.

 

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As piers go?

It rocked.

 

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Even the birds agreed.

 

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These guys were everywhere.

 

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Fighting the wind just like us.

 

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Hairdo?

Not so much.

 

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So we walked….

 

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Shivering in the arctic blast…. with the husband cursing me under his breath.

 

 

Good times.

 

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Every now and then there would be a wind break where we’d huddle to catch our breath.

 

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And then finally, we reached the end.

 

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Where the husband realized we had to walk back, into the wind…. and started cursing me under his breath all over again.

 

 

Day 5… a trip to Virginia Beach, a long lunch and a lot of alcohol.

 

Our 5th day had us meeting the ex wife of an old Marine Corps buddy. There’s a long sordid story that goes along with this statement, but suffice it to say you never really know anyone. Honestly, you don’t.

The man we’d been friends with for over 35 years? The one we thought was honest, trustworthy and stable? Is now on his third wife, estranged from his children, drowning in debt, filing bankruptcy for the second time (while working as an accountant for the Federal Government) and being sued by his own lawyer for fraud. Did I mention he lies like a rug and told wife #2 that wife #1 accused him of having an affair with me?

I mean come on.

I know I like to drink…. but I think I would have remembered that!!

Needless to say it was a verrrrry long lunch.

But I’d never been to Virginia Beach before so we took a little scenic drive before heading to the restaurant.

 

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My first impression?

Busy and crowded.

 

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With the typical big city high rise hotels lining the road near the ocean.

 

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Complete with all that ticky tacky crap I hate, designed to suck your wallet dry.

 

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In other words, it’s similar to Atlantic City, Myrtle Beach and numerous other places we’ve visited along the Florida coast.

No thanks. You’ve seen one you’ve seen ’em all.

 

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Even this gang of tropical fish escaping the surf and heading for the highway didn’t make it more appealing.

 

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We drove down a few side streets to check out the houses near the shore…

 

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Which was nerve wracking in that behemoth of a vehicle the husband had rented.

 

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Seriously, it took up the entire street.

 

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We found a few pretty spots, but overall? Being jammed right up next to your neighbor is not where I want to live…. waterfront or not.

So, lunch.

 

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Was at a place called Rockafeller’s right on the water.

 

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We got there early.

 

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Okay, really early.

 

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But at least we didn’t have to wait for a table with a view.

 

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I have to admit I got a kick out of the illustrated cocktail menu.

I’m guessing this is for when you’ve had too many and can no longer enunciate properly.

 

 

If you can smile and point?

You’re not too drunk to serve.

 

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This is the Mojito, which shouldn’t have been yellow but was tasty all the same.

 

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One drink in, we spotted some fishermen bringing in their catch.

 

 

It doesn’t get much fresher than that.

 

Two drinks in, our friend arrived and we talked, and talked, and talked.

Or rather, she talked and we did a lot of listening.

And drinking.

 

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Did I mention there were multiple pages of cocktail lists?

 

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Maybe Virginia Beach isn’t so bad after all.

 

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3 hours in we figured we’d better eat.

Crab and shrimp hushpuppies sounded like a good way to start…

 

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They were huge, not at all like hush puppies and absolutely horrible.

Flavorless wads of fried dough. If there was shrimp or crab? I never found it. The husband had an equally bad platter of steamed shrimp. Which is hard to screw up, but they did, so I went the safe route…

 

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And ordered a chicken Caesar salad…. which turned out to be practically chickenless.

 

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I imagine even the mosiac Santa dolphin out front would have tasted better. But it was a good time and nice to see our friend.

So we left Virginia Beach…

 

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And headed back to Williamsburg…

 

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Wondering who Willoughby was and why he was spitting.

First stop? A decent place for dinner.

 

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And proof that you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.

Tucked in the back of a very ordinary looking strip mall was a wonderful little Italian place…. that I can’t remember the name of to save my life.

But the garlic knots were to die for… light as air.

 

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And my cheese tortellini alfredo with chicken, broccoli and sun dried tomatoes?

Ooh la la! So rich I had to take half back to the resort.

(I hope this quiets you food screamers. Two meals in one post. Now hush!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cape Cod Day 6… antiques, cocktails and dinner on the water.

 

Because you know no road trip with my husband is complete without a visit to an antique store…

 

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I’d managed to make it almost 6 full days without one, but my luck ran out.

 

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He scoured the stalls…

 

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Thoroughly perused the cases…

 

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Chuckled at the creepy mid century Santas.

 

 

And then….

 

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Bought a folding freight sled.

And if that wasn’t bad enough? The damned thing was from Maine!

Jesus wept.

 

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And I drank.

 

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It was the only appropriate response.

 

 

So we ended the afternoon at a wonderful waterfront restaurant…

 

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Called Fisherman’s View.

 

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Where I worked my way down the cocktail list.

 

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Have you ever had Casoni 1814 in a mixed drink? Ooh la la!

I hadn’t… but will be looking for it soon.

 

 

Food?

 

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Yes, they had that too. But since it was late afternoon and I wouldn’t be cooking when we got back, we opted to stay and wait for the dinner menu…

 

 

And watched the non stop crabbing…

 

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As well as some tugs escorting a barge through the Cape Cod Canal.

 

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Crab cake appetizer for me….

 

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Butternut squash and apple bisque for the other half.

And as evening rolled around…

 

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Neither one of us managed to get past that night’s specials.

 

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Scallops Spaghettini for me…

 

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Beef tenderloin for the hubs.

 

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Both were superb…. and I cursed the the fact that we hadn’t found this place earlier in our trip.

Replete…

 

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We took a short walk around the harbor.

 

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Enjoyed the sunset.

 

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And the view of that wonderful restaurant lit up in the distance.

 

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Back at the resort condo, the husband was knee deep in the impeachment coverage on MSNBC.

A guaranteed way to kill my buzz…

 

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So I escaped upstairs to my nook overlooking the living room to read….

 

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And (not quite) drunkenly play with my phone.

Cape Cod Day 4, Black Dog Tavern, Vineyard Haven.

 

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If you live in New England, I can guarantee you’ve seen numerous bumper stickers, t shirts and assorted swag with the ubiquitous black dog silhouette.

 

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But on day 4 of our fabulous Cape Cod adventure, we had lunch at the real thing.

 

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The original Black Dog Tavern on Martha’s Vineyard.

For a sweetly illustrated history, click here.

 

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It’s a rustic little place…

 

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With some fabulous views.

 

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Filled with maritime history as well as the flavor of the sea….

And on the day we had lunch there?

Even an adorable real life black dog on the beach.

 

 

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(No worries… it was a cool day, he had water and his owners checked on him regularly.)

 

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Cocktail?

Don’t mind if I do….

 

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Since we were at the Black Dog, I tried a Black Dog Orange Crush.

 

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Which might have to become my new favorite way to wake up the day.

 

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Happily sipping, we enjoyed watching the ferry.

 

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The boats..

 

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The harbor…

 

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And local craft beer disappear.

But yes, the food. We came for food…

 

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Quahog chowder. Thick, creamy and delicious with homemade croutons made for a nice start.

What’s a quahog you ask?

It’s a large hard shelled clam.

 

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Isn’t that just typical human behavior?

Name your pet, then kill him to find out how old he is.

Sorry Ming, you deserved better. And I sincerely hope you weren’t in our soup.

 

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I was in the mood for a good chargrilled burger and this one didn’t disappoint.

 

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The husband? He inhaled two dozen mussels.

Replete, we said goodbye to the real black dog….

 

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The views…

 

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The pier….

 

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And the original Black Dog Tavern.

 

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Fervently wishing they would come to Maine and build one on our coast!