But aside from sitting on the beach reading (Missing, Presumed by Susie Steiner, excellent so far) and losing at gin to my mom, that's pretty much all I've been doing.
The Falmouth area has, in the past few years, added some city-worthy restaurants. Better than the local fast-food -fried-fish places that used to abound here.
C-Salt is one of them.
If you sit at the bar at C-Salt (where you can only make a reservation for 5 o'clock), you can order their burger. And, the number of burgers they offer is limited to the number of ground steaks they make each day. And that number is small.
Tonight, M (who is back down; her son is doing better), Jean (my sister) and I go. We make a 5 o'clock reservation — at least two hours earlier than we are all accustomed to eating.
We arrive at the restaurant on time and join the other early diners who are waiting outside for C-Salt to open.
Mike, our server and bartender, is charming. He tells us that "seven or eight burgers are available tonight, and they're made of ground prime rib, sirloin, and short rib."
Dinner doesn't disappoint, and makes eating at this unfashionable hour totally worth it.
We are home before the sun even sets.
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