My dear wife Karen noticed it right away on our first walk around the cozy town with Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle.
A new bar and grill had opened between our annual visits to the Happy Cottage in Cape Cod. The Red Nun sure looks nice on the outside, she said, noting how we’d remarked on the work they’d been doing on the joint last June. On the swing past the front windows, a family was eating at a table, and the toddler jumped up to watch Ellie B through the glass. We stopped, and everybody involved smiled. Yes, even our beloved rescue mutt.
So it was easy peasey to add the Red Nun to our New Place list for this week’s vacation plans. On a walking trip for a return dinner to the Oyster Company — where we ordered the same exact plates as last year and enjoyed the swordfish and lobster/shrimp Cioppino just as much — we stopped at the Red Nun and sat at the bar.
The bartender was friendly with his introduction, and passed over a sample of the local pale for Karen. He chuckled at her subsequent order of Bud Light and congratulated her for trying. His pour of my house Merlot was outstanding. He chatted for a while and accepted my compliments on the excellent flat screens showing the U.S. Women’s World Cup Soccer game vs. Australia.
I liked the two-spot on the map painted on the brick wall and used my iPhone 6 to capture that after my bar shot.
A patron kitty-corner to the left commented about my picture-taking, and offered to shoot one of us two.
He warned me that the back lighting wasn’t the best, but there we three sat.
The conversation continued, and the friendly guy told us of how he and his wife rented the place they own a few streets over during the time they aren’t coming in from the Massachusetts regular home. I have his website to pass on to Syracuse friends who may be interested. He has my card to read this blog if our banter was as true as I felt. If I read people correctly, we were very pleased to meet you, kind sir.
We told the bartender we hope to be back for a lunch. He said he works dinnertime shifts except Sundays. Too bad, that, but maybe we’ll meet another new friend.
Do you strike up conversations with strangers in new places? Would you hand over your phone to somebody you don’t know to take your picture or worry that they’d run with it? Local ale, Bud Light or house Merlot?