Another first. We ate at the landmark Red Lion Inn for lunch. (reservations required) It was ok. I had a traditional chicken pot pie (safe) – which was deconstructed – crust separate and the chicken served over a puff pastry top. There are plenty of antiques in this inn that’s so full of history. Meanwhile, Alice’s Restaurant is gone but a sign still lingers. Yes, that Alice’s… and “it’s just around the back.” Don’t worry if you don’t remember Arlo (Guthrie), but, I do.
We pass through New Castle; we eat at Jessop’s. It doesn’t matter we only ate hours before. This was a bittersweet day. Business concluded. I’m now officially in retirement. It’s taken a year to adjust to the concept. Sweet – now life begins again. I’m pretty happy. I’m in a good place. As they say – the world is going to hell in a hand basket. I can only speak for myself at this point. I’m responsible to me and the few around me. The phone ring no longer is a potential threat alert. It’s been a long time. I can finally admit relief and appreciate it. You don’t realize how much it hurt until they stop beating your head. Obtuse? You bet. You need to be an insider. Try the restaurant if you ever pass by.
I have to admit to gaining weight since I quit working. I’ve become food obsessed. Instead of “eat to live” it’s now “live to eat.” Mozzarella and tomato – that would be a green tomato in the middle. And this (other thing) looks good so it is definitely bad for you. It’s a Ruben egg roll. Ya! Sounds bad – but it was good! I gotta stop eating. So far I’m full of talk. The problem is that my own cooking is pretty good too. … it’s SCAW (sour cream apple walnut) pie season now.
Okay! When we ordered home fries I envisioned the kind you get in the diner. Mushy with a bit of crust, oily, and with bits of partially cooked onions. Nope! If you could only taste and savor the crisp hot potatoes brought to our table. Amazing! Yeah, there were some frou-frou dipping sauces. But the potatoes stood out just by themselves. This was so totally unexpected. There was no warning on the menu. There were no recommendations from elsewhere. This was a serendipitous find. Not me…Colleen likes home fries. Pedestrian, no more!
I guess there is a franchise relationship. I’ve eaten in a Big Boy before. It wasn’t called Frisch’s. We fell into the place because I stopped in the parking lot to get my bearings. The breakfast buffet was too tempting to pass up. Good home cooking- biscuits and gravy – bacon, sausage, eggs. Then I read an article about buffet food. Only a little over half the food is eaten in buffets (general). Some (leftover) is donated. Much is thrown out. People leave a lot on their plate that gets tossed too. I’m a veteran buffet foodie. Take a small taste, sample a lot, and then return for what was tasty on the first pass. Don’t over eat. Don’t do it. But…that bacon was mighty crispy.
…restaurant… in the Boardwalk Plaza Hotel. It’s…Victorian. Ha! You can eat out on the deck. It takes away from the ambiance. Eat inside. There are two parrots who rule the front desk. Our waitress was from Romania. I tried out the Romanian curses I knew. She understood. My date nearly fell through the floor. Yeah, I can curse in a lot of foreign languages… just not Chinese. Hmmmm….
City Lights. The day was perfect. The middle of the summer. Cool in the shade, warm in the sun. No humidity. We lingered. Really! I don’t linger. But, this was one of those rare perfect days. We just sat and sat. We were gonna be home late! Who cares! A day like this comes once in a blue moon. I smile to think back. I’m glad we took the time to smell the roses.
Oh, the town, it’s been renovated. Dover it ain’t! It’s everything Dover would like to be. Stop in and visit. It’s no mall. And there’s a big fat “welcome.”
Edward Hopper – Diner – I wish that I could paint…not. This fountain set up was in the back of an antique store in Oakland, Maryland. Ha! Old fashioned. Maybe it was an old “Five and Dime” at one point. Right now, it’s old and quaint. The staff were not wearing period costumes. That would have been cool. There’s one in Damarascotta, Maine. And the soda jerks dress to match. But Maine’s a long way to go from here. Hmmm. It was a girl who waited on us in Maine. What’s the female equivalent to a soda jerk?
Romano’s Macaroni Grill – there’s a difference when you have a good manager. I ate in the place in Wilmington. It was bad enough for me to write off the chain. Too bad. However, I was persuaded to try another branch in Frederick, MD. Better! Much! Enough that I will return. It’s not as good as the Filipino’s cooking in Jeddah. Hey! You ‘d never know the extent to which I would go to get something so simple as chicken parmesan. The other dish pictured is goat cheese stuffed pepper glazed with balsamic vinegar. Yes, I had a nice meal in a chain restaurant.
Here’s a place we ate in the same day as I saw the sushi place. It’s a tavern in an old 1764 building. The fare is American. So, I had the meat loaf. Boring? But you don’t order meat loaf in a sushi place either? The town is New Castle. It’s old and it’s got cobblestone streets.
It’s quaint and well worth a visit. Sometimes there is time to smell the roses. I’ve been busy lately. So, taking a break is a nice thing. The beer menu is a large library size book. I don’t drink. The food is solid. I lost my appetite there.