If Only I Were Famous

We had lunch at some shi shi but quaint hotel in Lunenberg that had a pretty great sounding menu. We needed it, especially after the scallops in Digby, "the Scallop Capital of the World", turned out not to be nearly as good as the ones I get from the Bombster in Stonington. As we perused the menu, the server (waitress) told me that there were additionally things not on the menu that might appeal to the kids. Pasta, plain or with white or red sauce. "And," she said as she shuddered, "I hate to say this, but we really do have them; chicken tenders. I'm sorry."

"You've been reading my blog," I said.