"Nancy Young" > wrote in message
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> 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

Congratulations - good for you.

What a great feeling "mortgage burning dinner"

Now whatcha gonna do with the extra no-house-payment-dough?

Dimitri