Earlier in the month, I had a late afternoon appointment in Boston. One thing I hate doing is driving in Boston because I have no idea how to get around the city. I can get most places using the T, Boston's subway system, but driving. Nope. If you ask me which way is North, I'll point up. So I asked Teague if she would mind driving me in.
I went over to her house around noon and we hung out in the sunroom and then she drove Miss Daisy to her appointment. The appointment wasn't long, but we got out in the middle of rush hour traffic. The appointment was on a Monday and lots of people told me, the traffic won't be bad coming home because no one goes into work on Mondays or Fridays. They lied.
Teague was following the GPS and trying to get in the correct lane to head to the Pike, but traffic was too heavy and she had to miss the turn. We ended up following the River Road and finally connecting with Route 20 as the (old) Boston Post Road.
We had decided we would go out to dinner so we were in no hurry to get home. Meandered our way, reminiscing about places we used to haunt (the Marriott Hotel in Newton had the best Philly cheese steak sandwich. The steak and cheese was okay, but the braided Brioche roll made the sandwich outstanding.Sadly the hotel is no longer a Marriott).
Because we've been doing weekly breakfasts and sometimes lunch, we decided to try to find a cheap place to eat.
Driving through Sudbury, Teague said, "We could eat at the Wayside Inn."
"We could, but that's not cheap eats. Besides, I didn't think it that good the last time we ate there."
"I know. Let's stop at Stephen Anthony's".
The restaurant is just up the road from the Wayside Inn. I remembered it as an ice cream/sandwich type shop.
It was a lot fancier than I remembered.
Even though it was the dinner hour, the restaurant was empty. Only one other patron besides us. We were shown to a booth with a view of the Sudbury River.
On the ride over, I decided I wanted dessert. So I was going to order an appetizer so I would have room for dessert. Of course, that would depend on what the dessert menu was. I asked the waitress if she could bring over the dessert menu and saw a dessert that appealed to me. Perfect.
I had my usual unsweetened iced tea (or it could have been an Arnold Palmer, I forget) Teague had a Sprite.
I ordered the crab cakes appetizer and
the waitress brought me the crab cakes dinner with mixed vegetables, rice pilaf, and a delicious corn relish. Oh, well. I ate less than half and would have an awesome lunch the following day
Service was a bit slow, but we were in no rush. We watched the swans on the river, and talked and talked.
This swan found something tasty.
My dessert a beautiful presentation of strawberry shortcake on real biscuits, not those spongy cake shells.
The bill came and the dinner was decidedly not cheap eats.
"Kid, the next time I say, "Let's go someplace like Cheap Eats, let's go someplace like Cheap Eats."
"Next time."
A beautiful sunset on the way home.
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