We went to New Hampsha this week, had dinner at the hotel.
Nice place for being in the middle of nowhere in the White Mountain
area.

Drove around for a day, nothing to see, it was quite foggy. I really
wanted to see the former Man on the Mountain, but why bother.
Visibility was really bad.

So, we went to dinner, as I said, I already had my menu picked
out online. See, this was a sort of mortgage burning dinner. I
orderded seafood stuffed mushrooms and prime rib. I couldn't
decide between prime rib and filet mignon. Finally, I said, the
heck with it, get prime rib.

She started asking me questions. Soup or salad? Uh ... soup?
What kind of potato? Blah blah blah. This was after she'd
brought a loaf of their excellent bread that I adore. I'm in
serious trouble now. I can't eat all this!

So, you know I had some bread. The soup comes, wow, it
was more like vegetable stew, excellent. By the time two of
us had placed our orders, the table was *covered* with
plates and bowls of food. Too funny.

He had a whole steamed lobster. Etc.

Bill came to 50 bucks. It was like a present.

nancy