I see lobster, I eat it

A dinner at The Oyster Company has become a tradition for my dear wife Karen and I. We don’t even have to drive to arrive to their fine dining. One block over, three blocks down, and I’m ready to order the Cioppino. It’s one of their entrée staples, but I ask for it my own…

A warm welcome to the Salt City Grille

My colleague and friend at the library, Sara, pulled me aside in the big room and said that I just had to take my dear wife Karen to dinner at the Salt City Grille. She talked highly of the food, ambiance and service. Good call. We both liked what we used to get when the…

Wearing the flag and name proudly

My dear wife Karen and I are trying the restaurants around A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville slowly but surely. A recent weekend search for a good breakfast led us down Old Liverpool Road, just short of the railroad tracks, to the American Diner. The owners are proud of their love for…

At dinner time on Freedom of the Seas, mostly I ate

Our scheduled dinner time on the Freedom of the Seas was 5:30 p.m. We got there on time. We ate our table. Mostly, we enjoyed our appetizers, entrees and desserts. Yes, sometimes plural on the same night. Every night, we had the choice of eating either a buffet at the Windjammer Cafe or extra-charge meal…

A new routine: Friday lunch at the library

Day-by-day, I’m settling into the routines of working as a communications specialist at the Liverpool Public Library. Yes, I’m again talking lunchtime here. Early on, I posted about the lovely two-block walk to eat on the bench by the Onondaga Lake Park marina. Not on Fridays, though. Not anymore. On the final work day of…

It’s not Cape Cod, but it is Red Lobster

With the new job at the library starting in May, my dear wife Karen and I had to scrub the annual June week at the Happy Cottage in Cape Cod. So last week’s dinner at Red Lobster, thanks to a Father’s Day gift card from my wonderful daughter Elisabeth and great significant George Three, had…