P'Town - March 2007
P'Town - March 2007
Friday 3/23
Got to ptown late afternoon, checked our B&B, Admiral's Landing. We'd stayed there before and it has the requisite fireplaces in each room, hot tub, and was reasonably priced. It is a little need of a decor update, and frankly, the co-owners are a little TOO hands-off for our likes. But it's reliable, and cheap. Our room was right off the living room, so at breakfast you end up walking out of your room and right into who ever is eating.
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We stopped in at the Gifford House Porchside bar for a quick drink (it being one of the few places open year-round in P'town), and on the way there, ran across a cat sitting on a wall on the street. Mike made a meowing sound at her, and she meowed back. This went on for at leat 10 times as we laughed about it. The cat was still there on the way back from the bar, and it was even funnier with a drink in us. |
We spent most of the weekend with Mike saying 'Meow," to which I'd reply "Meow." We were dissapointed when we got home and Mike's cat Elnathan would have none of it.
We walked around town (lots closed, including Ross' Grille). Back to B&B and I napped while Mike hot tubbed. He ended up meeting two couples, and got us invited out to dinner with them. They were all from the Worcester, MA area (central mass) and were Bob and Dan, and Buster and Dana, who share a farm where they keep 4 horses and Busters teenage daughter lives. We went to dinner at the Mews in the East End, whcih Mike and I had passed many times but never been to. The 6 of us ended up having a very nice meal with a fun, funny waitress. Mike and I shared a starter of crabcakes, with excellent spicy aoili, and three of us got the chicken pot pie, which was very good. |
 Bob, Mike, Buster, Bill, Dana after dinner |
After what was a late dinner, we all headed over to the A-House and danced. It was busy, but not crowded. We broke the 11pm hot tub cerfew (by about 2 hours) trying not to laugh over trying to keep Bob and Dan quiet and Buster from turning on the bubbles, as he repeatedly said "No bubbles?" to our "shhhhh's".
Saturday 3/24
The best part of the day was that it was sunny! In the half dozen times we went to ptown in 2006, it rained every single time we went. In fact, the last time we stayed at the Admiral's Landing, water was lapping up against our door it was raining so much! So it was nice to have a sunny day to wander and shop. (This was not to last, for just hours later, it would be snowing!) We spent the morning shopping with our "new best friends" as we teasingly called them (much to a slightly-jelous Bob and Dan's annouyance.) We ended up loosing Bob and Dan (who didn't have thier cell phones) and didnt run into them again until we were eating lunch at Cafe Heaven. |
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(The best burgers I've ever had -- unfortunately they only had them for dinner, and they weren't open for dinner yet.) After wandering around some more, we headed back for another round of hot tubbing, naps, and Mike and I headed out on our own for dinner. We ate at one of the few open resturants, the Central House at the Crown & Anchor. The meal was good, and the service very good - friends and homey, in which I didn't mind being called "Honey." |
We met up with our newly formed posse and had a drink at fairly divey Alibi, chatting up enourmous drag queen Pearlina and the boys all playing Keno (and half-successfully explaining it to Sluggo.) After Alibi, we decided to forgo the A-house and ended up (you guessed it) back in the hot tub. (Mike has a slight hot tub fetish.) This was made even more interesting by the inch or slow of heavy wet snow that had fallen by now. It was early spring, about midnight, and we 6 of us sitting in a hot tub while it snowed on us. It was fun until Dana tried to call out to us from his room on the 2nd floor and he accidentally knocked a loose storm window off. It came crashing to the patio below with a huge crash, and that was pretty much the end of that.
We all wandered off to bed, hoping no one would get yelled at. (It really was not Dana's fault.)
Sunday 3/25
We all met up in the living room as we cleared out of our rooms and had coffee and continental breakfast, hugged goodbye and promised to be in touch.
Mike and I got home to Boston in record time - under 90 minutes, and decided to head up to Essex to go to the oft-talked about, but never eaten-at (by me at least) Woodman's. On the way, we got pulled over for not speeding very much (we got off with a warning.) Woodman's is the birthplace of the friend clam, so in course instead of trying that, we had lobster rolls. They were OK, but not astounding, and both Mike and I wondered what he's been rapsohdiging about Woodman's for. For the record, Sluggo likes his lobster roll on a buttered, toasted hot dog roll, more than less mayo, and definately with diced celery. Woodman's was the very light mayo no celery kind, which in my view is just too boring. If i owned a resturant serving lobster rolls, I'd make both kinds, or better yet, customize to the taste of the customer.
After Woodman's, we did a little antiquing at the White Elephant, and finally headed home, got unpacked, ate dinner and finally headed over for a drink at Crashley's to end the weekend.
