The eating on the Cape was fine and safe

My dear wife Karen and I found our favorite restaurants safely distanced in this shifted-to-September annual Cape Cod getaway. We wore our masks, noted our chunks of six feet and admired how they spaced there tables, inside and out. Some meals were noted in separate previous posts, yum-yum to the Ocean House, Red Nun, Sundancers…

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…

A Taste of the 20th year

A couple of weeks back, Rick from Syracuse radio station TK99 sent me a Facebook request for a few minutes of my time. Could he talk to me for a show he was putting together for the 20th anniversary of the Taste of Syracuse, please? Sure, I replied. Then, I thought: Has it been that…

Let the gift-dining commence

One traditional gift on my giving list is a great Christmas combo cooked up by the folks at the Delta Sonic gas station. In a pretty little blue box they fold in three coupons for a car wash and one worth $20 toward dinner for two at Applebee’s. Every year I give one to my…

You can get there from here

The 4 a.m. chirp of my cell phone alarm was a harsh wake-up call compared to the usual gotta-go meanderings of Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. But our beloved rescue mutt was nowhere to be found in the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, dropped off the previous night at the north…

What’s in store for us today?

I’ve joked about the T-shirt-iness of the downtown stretch of Estes Park. Surely, the shop owners have set up racks of Rocky Mountain-loving wear daring you to plunk down your 20 bucks and call it your own. What tourist town doesn’t? Truth be known, on the grand scale of Where I’ve Been, this destination for…

The Hen House passes our breakfast test, eggsellently

The last few times I drove up and down our big and busy road that leads to both the WalMart and BJs and the car wash with a turbo-level vacuum strong enough to hoover Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle’s excess coat at the peak of shedding season, I noticed that yet another establishment had taken…

More cocktail sauce, why didn’t you?

The phone-placed order to the folks at Kream ‘N’ Kone was quite specific. I’m practically a drill seargant about these things. Polite but firm. I want my order to be right after my dear wife Karen and I drive to a place, pick up our food, return, unwrap, and face the plates. Besides, we’ve been…

The street of Chatham

My dear wife Karen and I have been to Cape Cod in the Happy Cottage four years in a row now. Long enough to know what we must do to make the near-summer vacation complete. Drive that 15 or so miles down the road to visit Chatham makes the list. This year, though, we crossed…

Loud people who don’t care can ruin a meal

A loud guy has everybody in the restaurant wincing and making eye contact. What do you do? My good blogging friend Ann Koplow brought up that scenario yesterday in her wonderful post on Years of Living Non-Judgmentally. You can check it out here. In her sticky wicket, everybody else in the restaurant just toughed it…