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…