Summer is officially here because my aunt and I went out to eat at The Place, my favorite outdoor restaurant. The idea is BYOB, backyard barbeque. We sat at a wooden table, used tree stumps for stools, and ate delicious seafood and vegetables taken hot off a fifteen foot outdoor grill. My aunt had the salmon and I the bluefish, both cooked with lemon in aluminum foil over the flames (some call these hobo packs.) In addition, we split barbeque clams, grilled corn on the cob, and I brought home a piece of key lime pie for my grandma and I to share.
She paid, and I left the tip; an amount which my sister would surely frown upon for being out of proportion to the service received. No worries, I’ll put the young waitress through college (or high school?) because fresh fish right off the fire really is that good. Today we go pick up the puppy (a black cocker spaniel named Roxie, after Roxie Hart in Chicago) and I’ll be sure to post many pictures for cuteoverload.com to poach. (They are notorious puppy poachers.) For now its enough to say, summer has arrived people!
Keep the focus on getting that pup. Scoop it up, put it in a ice cream cone. Do Not Eat It, thee that will eat beast and fowl and fish so lip-smaakingly.
True, true… The Place needs to be cloned and rooted down in my hometown in the Hudson Valley NY, they need a place like that, casual fare.
DONT HOBO PACKS COME IN A RED AND WHITE BANDANNA W A STICK
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you must order the clams when you go to the place, if only for the thrill of tossing their shells on the ground and stomping on them.
side note: in the winter, the place sells christmas trees. fun fun.