Monday, September 29, 2008

And let the eating begin......

We flew into Providence, got our rental car (Chrysler mini-van, we were stylin'!) and headed out to the Cape. After we got settled into our hotel room, a nice, clean, respectable but very small room in a remodeled older motel, we headed out to find something to eat. We found a little cafe arount the corner called The Narrows and had what I came all this way for; clam chowder and fried clams. We got back to the hotle just in time to get a call from our younger brother, he was staying with relatives just around the corner from our hotel. The first thing he asks is "you guys coming over for dinner?" Yeah, we were stuffed already, but we wanted to go visit so I told him this and asked "there's no way we can come over to visit and not eat, is there?" Yeah, right. These are old Italian ladies. So we went over, had some crab keiche, espresso and home made biscotti. Sat around and chatted with them until midnight and then headed back to the hotel. Thus endeth day one, but not the eating.

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6 comments:

A Paperback Writer said...

It's okay; you're Italian.

Max said...

Well, I'm back now, vacation is over and all good things must come to an end.

A Paperback Writer said...

Does that mean you're going to stop being Italian?

Max said...

Yeah, I think I'd like to be Canadian for a while....

A Paperback Writer said...

Hey, just checking, y'know.
Are you implying that being Canadian is not a good thing, then?

Max said...

Nah, if being Canadian was a bad thing, why would I choose to become Canadian? Actually I chose Canadian for my little bit of humor because I felt it was the least likely to be taken offensively than any of my other choices. See what I get for thinking?