T Stands For The Dropped Dead Murphys Tour - Part 1

A short post this week. Himself, the Eldest, and I took a few days last month to make a genealogy tour to Lewiston, Maine. Himself wanted to find the graves of his maternal great-great and great grandfather. 

The title is a play on words on the Boston Celtic punk band, "The Dropkick Murphys" 

Our trip first began with a slight detour to New Hampshire to visit Himself's youngest sister. She's been having some health issues. We brought a picnic lunch and sat in her sunroom and had a nice visit.

If you've read BioArt Gal's blog, you'll recognize the Piscataqua Bridge that connects the coast of New Hampshire to Maine.

It was a long day of driving. Two or so hours to get to my SIL and then another two or so hours to get to the hotel in Lewiston. We were tired and hungry, but didn't want to go out to a restaurant to eat. I just wanted to take my br shoes off and relax. We found the Chick-a-Dee restaurant down the street from the hotel and placed an order for take-out.

When we got there the parking lot was jammed. I'm glad we decided not to eat in as the wait was well over an hour long. We still had another half an hour to wait for our order even though we had been given a time to come and pick up.

There was a waiting area in an enclosed porch so the Eldest and I took a seat while Himself waited in the car. A lady waiting next to me struck up a conversation. She said the food was really good. It was the only place her husband would do take-out if she didn't feel like cooking. She said she was surprised how busy the place was for a Wednesday night.

There were people going into the restaurant but no one coming out. So I let my imagination wander a bit. Maine is the home state of author, Stephen King. If you're not familiar with him, he's the King of Horror. So here I am waiting for take-out with people going into the restaurant and no one coming out. I'm envisioning a story like the movie Soylent Green. If you don't know the movie, go look it up. Better yet, watch it. 

After what seemed like days, we finally got our order to bring back to the hotel. The Eldest and I split an appetizer of Coconut Shrimp. I had fried clams, sweet potato fries, Cole slaw washed down with Pure Leaf Ice Tea and Lemonade.

As my friend in the waiting area said, the food was really good. The service not so hot. They messed up part of the order and left out dessert, but billed for it. When Himself called to ask for a refund, the help couldn't find the manager. Himself was told to call back the following day. Himself called and after a wait, he got to speak to the manager. The manager couldn't reverse the charge on the credit card, but promised to send a check. You know the expression, "the check's in the mail"? Yup, still waiting.

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