Oy and Good Stuff, Too
Mar. 21st, 2008 07:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ellyssianThe Oy Bit: Teh Intarwebs disrepeered on me! We've been down and out from, well, since my last post until now.
The Good Bit: Deb is off with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonflypug watching the Rangers and Penguins freeze their tails off on the ice. This is extra good because it's not the Bruins, just the team that plays against them. Anywho, we've been having fun here: Mr. B created a whole slew of new Brandonisms I have to attempt to remember; he played in his sandbox with Rachel, and they were blowing bubbles and doing other such things. Then we went to the Boulevard Drive-In - one of two diners in close proximity on 443.
This place is miles and oodles more of miles from the nearest ocean, in a land where Red Lobster is considered seafood and even the upscale places serve something that looks an awful lot like a Gorton's product, a pressed popsicle of fish-like stuff. Somehow, this diner manages to have the best fish & chips I've had when I couldn't see the ocean from the place. It's not fine-dining fish & chips, which are no where near as good as The Real Thing, which is best found in tiny little roadside stands where the locals congregate - you know, the kind of place that has a few spaces in the parking lot and a dock where the fisherman can pull up and give them the best of the catch. I really can't figure it, how this place ranks, but I'm not going to complain - they serve a fish & chips that actually consists of pieces of fish, fried.
After a great meal, we headed over to the playground at the neighborhood state park and lake. Brandon will tell you some of that story when I post his speechification in a little bit, but he had fun on the slides and all. There was also some see-sawing, and it took a couple of kids - the older ones - to move the thing when I stood on the other side. Go figure, eh? There was also a game of tag, a game of cops and robbers, and a red squirrel on the covered bridge. Brandon decided he wanted to play with the rental boats, and he was a little miffed we wouldn't let him. As a consolation, we went back, hit the playground one more time, and then headed home.
The Good Bit: Deb is off with
dragonflypug watching the Rangers and Penguins freeze their tails off on the ice. This is extra good because it's not the Bruins, just the team that plays against them. Anywho, we've been having fun here: Mr. B created a whole slew of new Brandonisms I have to attempt to remember; he played in his sandbox with Rachel, and they were blowing bubbles and doing other such things. Then we went to the Boulevard Drive-In - one of two diners in close proximity on 443.This place is miles and oodles more of miles from the nearest ocean, in a land where Red Lobster is considered seafood and even the upscale places serve something that looks an awful lot like a Gorton's product, a pressed popsicle of fish-like stuff. Somehow, this diner manages to have the best fish & chips I've had when I couldn't see the ocean from the place. It's not fine-dining fish & chips, which are no where near as good as The Real Thing, which is best found in tiny little roadside stands where the locals congregate - you know, the kind of place that has a few spaces in the parking lot and a dock where the fisherman can pull up and give them the best of the catch. I really can't figure it, how this place ranks, but I'm not going to complain - they serve a fish & chips that actually consists of pieces of fish, fried.
After a great meal, we headed over to the playground at the neighborhood state park and lake. Brandon will tell you some of that story when I post his speechification in a little bit, but he had fun on the slides and all. There was also some see-sawing, and it took a couple of kids - the older ones - to move the thing when I stood on the other side. Go figure, eh? There was also a game of tag, a game of cops and robbers, and a red squirrel on the covered bridge. Brandon decided he wanted to play with the rental boats, and he was a little miffed we wouldn't let him. As a consolation, we went back, hit the playground one more time, and then headed home.
