Early in the week, I had dinner at the Three Chimneys Inn in Durham. And while I dig the charm . . .
But the work week ended on a tough note. In the 90s there was a video game called Mortal Kombat. When you won, you could gnash all of the controller buttons at once and somehow have your character approach your opponent, stick your fist into its chest, pull out its heart, and hold it up, still beating. Work sort of felt like that.
|Wow, you really can Google anything|
And that's the time when you need an off-the-cuff email from a good friend who tells you to meet her in Newburyport for dinner. Yay, kids, it's Agave time! We were lucky to get a fantastic table, open right to the sidewalk.
Noelle approves of the chicken enchiladas with mole. I do too. Bravo also on the margaritas.
|Hmm, my feet look a little hobbit-esque here|