outdoor dining

In NYC, I haven't had a meal outside my home (excluding two picnics in Central park) since March.

Here, I feel more comfortable dining outside. Maybe because I feel like I'm on vacation. And maybe, too, the views are alot better.

On Thursday I have dinner with my sister Jean and my friend M at Flying Bridge. We sit on the deck, overlooking Falmouth Harbor. The wait staff in restaurants are required to wear masks but diners are not. I had planned on my annual order of fried clams, but after starting with fried onion rings, I order the lobster salad instead.

Last night it was dinner with my mom, Jean and Jim at Sacconnesette Golf Club where my sister and Jim are members. My mom looks beautiful in her ivory and white outfit. With her dark glasses she looks more glamorous than either of her daughters.

We are seated overlooking the golf course.

With a view made more dramatic by the setting sun.

Oh, and the swordfish, in some kind of lemon, basil, carrot puree is outstanding.

Tonight it's me, M, her husband Tobey, and Tobey's second date— my mom. There is a sweet and genuine camaraderie between the two of them. 

The Greek restaurant Estia, does not take reservations. We arrive at 6:30, and are told it'll be a 30-45 minute wait. Long, but okay. It's Labor Day weekend afterall.

We take a walk up Falmouth's busy Main street, impressed that most are wearing masks, including of course, all of us.

Around 7:15, we head back to Estia and are told our table will be ready soon. 

We are seated at 8pm. And while the food is excellent, and the service fine, it's hard to justify a 90-minute wait. 

The food here has been great —  especially mixed with the right company, and those Cape Cod views.