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Summer is upon us folks. The last week we've been steaming down here in Slower Lower, aka southern Delaware.
I love this time of year! I love the long days where darkness doesn't descend until 9 o'clock at night. I love it!
Every evening I take my walk back in Oyster Rocks, the housing development behind where I live. Just me and the early evening summer breeze. I don't have to drive ten miles down the four lane Route 1 highway to Rehoboth Beach to mingle with the posers and walk the boardwalk. I love walking on the boardwalk but I hate the drive and contending with the crazies on Route 1.
I don't remember if I wrote about running into an old high school friend who was dog sitting for one of my neighbors (and former friend) here in my neighborhood. I hadn't been out to dinner for several months so I asked him if he wanted to go out. We did. To a local Italian restaurant which has an excellent reputation. The only thing I don't like about this restaurant is that the owner occasionally breaks out in operatic arias.
So we enter the restaurant and sure enough the owner is in the midst of one of her arias! OMG! What is it with these restaurants that think they HAVE TO ENTERTAIN their patrons? How about just serving up the food in a quiet atmosphere? Is that too much to ask?
My friend loves this kind of crap. But then he's one of these gay guys who likes Broadway show tunes too. I missed that Gay Card. I would rather pull weeds than listen to some ham actor belting out Broadway show tunes. OMG!
We had our meal, Spinach Lasagna. My friend raved about it, he said that's what he always gets. So I got it. It was nothing. A cheesy mess. All that Mozzarella cheese is like to much chewing gum to me plus it ties up my innards and constipates me. I got a glass of Pinot Grigio wine (at $6.50) a glass. That was good and I got a mild buzz, which was also good. I also got an iced tea which was the usual tasteless colored water for $2.25 a glass that most of the restaurants down here in Slower Lower pass off as Iced Tea. Must be a profit maker for them because they all serve the same "tea."
I think I'm about done with local restaurants. Maybe it's me. I would rather have some of my homemade potato salad on these hot summer days. I don't need some big cheesy concoction with overprice colored water.
Guess what? When I begin a blog post I don't know where I'm going. I think this one went down the Complaining Road again. Oh well.
Bill's waiting for me to take him to Lawson's Produce. He's hot on getting some more flagstone to finish the "London Bridges" entrance way to our driveway. Don't ask, I'll post a picture when it's finished.
Enjoy this day!