Makes decision-making easier.
I've been coming to the Cape my whole life and today I discover a restaurant that's been around for years.
We show up around 11. And already the outside waiting area is packed.
But the line goes fast.
Every diner we pass is eating something I want to order. It's a welcoming place, except for our overtaxed waitress. The menu lists summer and fall pancakes.
When my friend asks when the pumpkin-pecan pancakes will be available, our waitress responds, "I have no idea. I have more important things to worry about than fall pancakes."
There are two kinds of blueberry pancakes offered today —ones made with small, frozen Maine blueberries or ones made with large local fresh blueberries. I choose the latter. The butter looks recently churned. And the maple syrup is real. They are incredible.
M and I later decide to have a book club meeting — a real benefit of a two-person book club; we can meet whenever the two of us choose to. We get together at M's summer rental, overlooking the Atlantic.
It's the perfect setting for discussing what we've just read (Missing Presumed by Susie Stein) and what we plan to read next (The Late Show by Michael Connolly).
My final non-beach activity is a long overdue facial. My last was three years ago, at the same place and with the same person (Andrea).
By the time I leave, the rain has finally started. It's a good night to stay in.
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