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.
It’s random juxtaposition. I’m sure the two are unrelated. But it’s something to ponder and consider. They got an A. In NYC it means they passed the health inspection. No bugs or mouse droppings. Otherwise anything goes. I’m glad to know it.I haven’t eaten in the place. Too many restaurants, too little time…
Seen in a pizza bar – antler light chandelier. I like the light bulbs. The dead antlers are a bit disconcerting when you consider all the dead deer who gave up to make this chandelier possible.
I misread the menu. The symbol .30 was not alcohol content. The content was 17%. Yeah! It was the price! They served it up in a wine glass. It’s a craft beer brewed by Avery. I didn’t catch how special it was. It was served up in a wine glass because it’s “aromatic.” And, watch out for the “dregs.” To say the least, I was impressed by our bill at the end of a fine meal. And to be sure it was a memorable beer. If I had but known, I’d have taken a better picture. To paraphrase, “We drank our meal…”
Life’s short. I was not gonna return. But we were in Wilmington again. One more try and one more disappointment, don’t go back. It must be a slow day for posting. Romano’s Macaroni Grill – don’t do it. The cooks are tired. On Broadway they change the cast to refresh the show from time to time. Someone needs to do it here. I had a wonderful meal in Jeddah. But two tries in Delaware were overwhelmingly disappointing. The chicken was a bit better – flatter. But it was not good. And it was definitely not worth the try and for sure not worth another glance. Go somewhere else. I will.