I have come to some profound, and rather unpleasant conclusions on this trip. We Americans, like expedient, Regardless of the consequences. Driving along tree lined interstate gazing at tree after tree, wondering what was on the other side of those trees, I began to dream about a cute little place to have a coffee and snack. Once off the freeway, there was Panera, Dunkin Donuts, or McDonald's, but nothing local. What have we done to ourselves? Where is the surprise, or serendipity at always knowing that if you show up you will get 2 all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce cheese on a sesame seed bun, EVERY time? Do we desire security that much? Are we in too big a hurry? Or it is what we want what we want every time? So my favorite comparison is France, and I consider travel there, some times you do get a dud, you stumble into a little bar that has horrid coffee, but more often than not you stumble into a quaint little place that a family owns, not some power hungry corporation.
We arrived in Provincetown MA this afternoon, stinking hungry, at least I was. We checked into our B&B, the Bayberry and were pleased. It is a cozy room with antiques, and comfort all rolled into one. They have done well with their place and seem to be very pleasant people. Off to satisfy my desire for fuel. We found a place called the black and white, where I had my first lobster roll. Accompanied by sweet potato fries, heaven is not too lush a word for this scrumptious treat. Jodi was blessed by the sauteed vegetables on the menu, we were both happy. I had called and arranged the delayed sunset cruise, which was awesome, who knew Jodi is not so fond of boats? But she bellied up and we had a great time. I brought a cherished bottle of carmenerre and we shared it while watching the sun set. Not a colorful event tonight either, but lovely none the less. By now hunger was evident again. Advice from a unhappy pizza eater, avoid Pizza joints called “George”!