“To infinity … and beyond!”

So here it is, the trip report that will expose the depth and breadth of my Disney obsession. Sure, I’ve mentioned it here and there but you’ve just seen through a glass darkly, not face to face. This was our third Disney vacation in as many years. Our excuse this time was the  Epcot Food & Wine Festival.  The trip was  planned  around the Columbus Day weekend so the kids wouldn’t miss too much school.  We set out on the Wednesday before the holiday to T.F. Green airport in Rhode Island  for the first leg of our flight.

Black suitcases should be easy to spot in baggage claim right?

We sailed into the airport in plenty of time and set about checking our bags and getting our boarding passes. Here’s how it went:

Ticket Agent: Hello Mr. Jones, checking four bags?                                                              Jeff: Yes, sir.                                                                                                                                    Ticket Agent: And you are returning to Boston?                                                                            Jeff: No, we are returning to Providence.                                                                              Ticket Agent:  No, you’re returning to Boston.

Uh oh…

So here’s the deal; we booked our flights through one of those cheap ticket agencies and got a pretty good rate. Now we know why. It escaped our notice that this ticket calculator returned us to Boston instead of Providence. This meant that when we returned from our fabulous vacation we would be left stranded at Logan airport after midnight with no car.  Jeff was working furiously to get the flight changed but no dice, not without a HUGE penalty. So we came up with a plan that relied heavily on the generosity of others. We would Fedex the car keys and parking garage ticket to my mom and then she would make the arrangements to have the car moved to Logan for us.

The flight itself was uneventful, we arrived in Orlando around midnight.

We were exhausted but it sure was nice to breeze through the airport and hop right onto the Magical Express bus. I tried to take a picture of the empty queue line but they were hustling us along too quickly.

Waiting for the Magical Express at 10:00 am last year

The blur of me be huslted through the empty queue at midnight this year.

Quick, everybody update your Facebook page!

 On this trip we stayed at the Pop Century resort.

Empty Pop Century Lobby

This is what Disney calls a “Value Resort”.  The rooms are small, but neat and clean.

Juuuuust enough room for a family of four.

The resort itself has a very bright and colorful theme with GINORMOUS icons from the decades of the 1950s to the 1990s.

We stayed in the 80s building.
Mickey phone from the 1970s building. I have one of these!
Duncan Yo-Yo from the 1960s

Roger Rabbit, 1980s

There are three pools that are in whimsical shapes, the Hippy Dippy pool which is flower shaped, a bowling pin pool and a computer pool. Although the computer pool can only be considered whimsical if you think “square” amusing.

 

1990s Computer pool: "Dude, square is like so awesome"

Our first full day we planned to spend at Epcot. We headed out relatively early seeing that our heads didn’t hit the pillow until well after 1:00am.

Good Morning!

Before we could head out to the park we needed to take care of sending our car keys to my mom. We went over to guest services and the lady there, Barb said that she was the whiz-bang expert at shipping Fedex, and then proceeded fuss with the computer for twenty minutes because it wouldn’t let her print out the form. She was super nice though.

 

Super nice guest services lady

Once we got all that business squared away, we headed out to get the bus to Epcot. One of the benefits of staying “on property” is that you don’t need to rent a car. There are buses, monorails and boats to take you to all the parks. Sure, it might be faster to hop in your Honda Accord and zip off, but not having to worry about driving or directions (or having too many cocktails) is very relaxing. Plus saving a couple hundred bucks doens’t hurt either.

See, doesn't he look relaxed?

Spending a day at a Disney park means A LOT of walking. It’s easy put at least five or more miles on your dogs before dinner time.  This year we decided to take the plunge and all get Crocs.

These worked out really well. We still had to deal with a couple of blisters, but at the end of the day our feet and calves were not nearly as sore and achy as with sneakers. They were also much easier to deal with in the torrential rain that we would slog through later in the week.

 

So hideous looking, yet soooo comfortable.

The World Showcase  wasn’t open until 11:00am so when we got to Epcot we started in Future World. As we came through the gates, the flags were at half staff in honor of Steve Jobs.

Rest in Peace Steve Jobs

Ladies and gentlemen, meet the future!

 

The rest of the family watched these guys while I boogied up to the Land Pavilion to get fastpasses for Soarin’. 

The JAMMin Cooks
This group usually performs on trash cans under the moniker The JAMMitors, but in honor of the Food & Wine Festival they pulled out the pots and pans.
Here they are in action:

Now, off the the Land Pavillion! If we were true Disney geeks, we would have been here for “rope drop” and have already been on half the attractions before 10:00 am. We are not the early rise type of family here, but with a good plan you can really do well touring the parks even with a late start. Making good use of  Fastpass  is vital.

The obligatory Fastpass shot

Here’s a little secret: if you notice, there is a one hour window of time when you can return and ride the attraction. They don’t enforce the end time. We didn’t come back and ride until six o’clock that night. Don’t tell anyone though, it will ruin it for the rest of us!

Once I secured our Fastpasses I took a few minutes to take in the Land Pavilion. There are so many details and just plain beautiful elements all around Disney it’s easy to whiz by and miss them.

Gorgeous mosaic wall at the entrance of the Land.
Balloons representing the Earth and the four seasons.

 

Once we all met up  again we headed over to Test Track .

This ride is pretty much like riding on the expressway at seventy miles an hour but in a wide open car on a track that’s at a forty-five degree angle.

Weeeeeee!!!!!!!
Does this count toward Driver’s Ed?

Here’s another tip for you: Rides like Test Track, and Rockin’ Roller Coaster have single rider lines. This means you will not ride together, however you get right up to the front of the line! We have bypassed sixty minute plus wait times doing this. You just meet at the gift shop where the ride dumps you out.

Silly people, togetherness is so over rated!

 

We had just enough time for one more attraction before hitting the Food & Wine Festival, and it is very important to hit this one with an empty stomach.

Mission Space

The warning:

“CAUTION! You may experience motion sickness on this adventure! Mission:SPACE is a realistic and intense simulation of space flight. It is unlike anything that you have ever experienced.”

 

 

Hey, who’s operating this thing?

You’re basically put into what amounts to a giant centrifuge that simulates what it feels like to blast off in a rocket. Some people (me) do fine with this sensation, others (Jeff)  claim that this will be the LAST time they ride this thing!

Face forward, or you’ll get disoriented

As we exited the ride, there was some poor guy slumped over a trash can heaving. None of us could get our cameras out fast enough to discreetly snap a photo.  Curses!

At Disney you have to look long and hard to find anything that is actually FREE. One exception is Club Cool. This is a nice little diversion sponsered by Coca-Cola.

Inside there are soda machines dispensing samples of  Coca-Cola  products from different countries.

High fructose corn syrup from around the world!

A very nerdy thing that Disney people like to do is to get their unsuspecting friends and family  to try Beverly. This is an extremely bitter apéritif from Italy.

Beverly, you look so innocent.

 

I’m getting tonic water with a Robitussin finish…

 

Our palates were now ready for the main event, The International Food & Wine Festival. Tune in next time when someone declares “This is outrageous! there are snails on my plate!” Sorry, France.

 

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At Last…

Rested and refreshed, it was time to head out to the wedding. Jeff scolded me for always snapping pictures of him when he’s not looking…

Gotcha

…so I let him pose up this time.

What do you think, Smoulder or Blue Steel?

The ceremony was in  Whitefield Square in the Historic District. There was trolley transportation from the hotel to the park provided to the guests. This not only made it easy to get there, but we also got a bit of a tour on the way. All along the route were the majestic Live Oaks.

The trees are draped with silvery Spanish Moss which I’ve since learned is neither Spanish nor actual moss.

Spanish Moss

We saw a lot of gorgeous historic homes. The tour guide was barking out facts, but I wasn’t in note taking mode. I did remember that this house was the setting for the movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”:

Kevin Spacey was here.

 

We saw other homes that once housed important founders of the city of Savannah. Can’t remember a one though…

I just noticed how dilapidated the shutters are on this one…

The wedding location was simply breathtaking. A perfect setting for an intimate ceremony. This was by far one of the most personal and meaningful weddings I’ve attended.

Picturesque Gazebo

 

Groomsmen gathered in prayer

The bride's stepfather played acoustic guitar as she walked down the aisle

 

The bridesmaids carried hand made paper flowers.

 

Groomsmen and ring bearer. Don't you love the pinwheel?

The bride Kara, her mother made this beautiful gown!

Kara's brother read from C.S. Lewis.

 

The wedding was officiated by Kara's grandfather. I know, it just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter right?

 

You may kiss the bride!

Kara and Nate were pronounced husband and wife but before they walked back down the aisle they did the most amazing thing, they washed each other’s feet. This was an act of service and love demonstrated by Jesus in John 13.

The pitcher and basin were handmade for the occasion.

 

 

 

Wasn’t that beautiful? Ok, now pull yourself together and wipe away those tears. It’s time for the reception!!!

Just Married!

 

The reception was held in a quaint pub right on West Bay Street called Churchill’s.

Looks a lot like “Cheer’s”

The pub was on the main level and the function space was upstairs. It was a great room with old woodwork and architectural details paired with modern accents.

 

I loved the modern take on a chandelier!

We could pull this look off if we had fifteen foot ceilings at home.

 

Groovy foil wall paper over the hearth

A closer look...

When we found our spot it was so close the the head table that I thought it was a mistake. I made Jeff go back to the chart to double check, but we were in the right place. We chatted with some relatives of the bride while the rest of the guests piled in.

Table number two right next the the bride and groom

The table decorations were pretty and went well with the rest of the southern theme, but the open flame next to the dry Spanish moss was freaking me out. I noted where the fire exits were.

 

Potential fire hazard / center piece

Jeff struck up a conversation with one of the aunts. Turns out that she was a huge football fan. Just between you and me, I think he had an inappropriate crush on her.

Watch it Lady, he’s my man!

 

The appetizers we darn tasty. The pub style snacks like sausages in a blanket and stuffed mushrooms “went down a real treat” at the Brits say, or it that the Aussies?

I’m counting the sausages. Two for you, two for me…
You gotta have a Guinness when you’re in a pub right?
Yup, our British friends agree.

I was getting the feeling that the bride and groom did not expect everyone to actually attend (you know, like insane people like us who drove nineteen hours to be there) because the room got really tight. It soon became clear that not everyone was paying attention to the seating chart because by the time the bride’s parents arrived, their seats were taken. Jeff and I piped up and volunteered our spots and moved to a table in the back.

Hey, what’s going on down there? Is something happening???

At least we were closer to the food, which was quite delicious.

Salmon with mashed potato and broccoli

Being banished to the way back table was actually a good thing. We met some really nice folks, April and Chris and chatted all evening.  Turns out that they are from California and live quite close to… wait for it… Disneyland! Yes, we are planning a visit next year. Of course I neglected to take a picture so I’ll insert my default adorable couple photo:

They’re so good looking. Must be the California living!

After dinner, the party was moved down to the lower level. Instead of hiring a DJ to play the “Chicken Dance” or “YMCA”,  Nate and Kara decided to set up an open mic where their guest could offer a song or two.

Music area

This was a really nice idea. Of course you need to be sure that you have a couple of ringers to step up and contribute or it might end up being just cricket sounds. Fortunately they had lots willing participants in their pool of family and friends. Kara’s brother David sang one of our all time favorite quirky love  songs “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros.  You know we had to dance to that!

Jeff and I learned a song for the occasion, “At Last” by Etta James. Hopefully we did it justice.

The party was winding down so we said our goodbyes and headed out. I really wanted to go back down to River Street and see that area at night. I had spied some nice outdoor restaurants where I thought it would be fun to have a drink and enjoy the scenery. As we walked down the stairs toward the waterfront we could sense something was wrong. An obviously drunk couple stumbled across our path. We saw groups of “ahem” ladies squeezed into tube dresses looking like ten pounds of sugar in a five pound sack. By the time we reached River Street we could not loop around fast enough to get the heck out of there. Apparently the salt water taffy, carmel apple, family friendly  tourist area turns into a booze soaked Sodom and Gomorrah after 10:00pm!  So for you, a tip: stay away from River street after dark. You’re welcome.

I couldn’t convince Jeff to to drive the extra four or five hours down to Disney World so the next morning  we had to go back home. He said something about earning a living and seeing our children. Our trip back was pretty much uneventful, except that I got to eat at a Waffle House!

Come on, how can this be bad?
The point and grunt menu.
The coffee was…not bad!

Seeing that this was probably my one and only chance to have a Waffle House breakfast, I chose the oh-my-goodness sized meal.

This is not forced perspective. My meal took up my whole side of the table.

Everything was really tasty except that they used fake butter on the grits and eggs. Otherwise, it was a respectable meal for eight bucks!

Our road trip turned out to be delightful adventure. However, after we got home and tallied  up all of our receipts we really didn’t save any money over flying down to Georgia. But as they say, it’s not the destination it’s the waffles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s here, it’s really here!

Tomorrow we set off for points south (by plane this time, thank goodness!) to experience the  Epcot Food and Wine Festival in Orlando Florida. Ever since I had  heard about this magical combination of food, wine and Disney World I’ve been desperate to go and get my tapas on. It will be a while before my next post, so I’ll leave you with a video clip of another obessive foodie, Remy.  Vous voir très bientôt !

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Here in Savannah…

There was just one thing I knew about Savannah Georgia before our trip and that is that this is where the famous “Lady & Sons” restaurant is located. If you are not familiar, this is the spot where Paula Deen first made a name for herself.  We decided to trek on over and see what the fuss was about. On the way we tried to soak up as much atmosphere as possible. There are a ton of statues and memorials in Historic Savannah. Here are just a few:

Washington Guns

The Guns were captured from the British in the Battle of Yorktown and presented by President George Washington to the Chatham Artillery militia company of Savannah in 1791 as trophies of that battle and the Revolutionary War.

 

Revolutionary War Haitian Soldiers Monument

Erected in 2007, this monument commemorates the participation of some 700 Haitian soldiers in the American Revolutionary War in 1779. They were the largest unit of Black soldiers in the whole war.

 

World War II Memorial

This World War II memorial was just completed last year .

Salzburger Monument of Reconciliation

A stone monument cut from the Austrian mountains and presented by the City of Salzburg to honor the Salzburgers who landed in Savannah in 1734.

 

A monument to Savannah’s original Irish settlers and their decedents.

 

Whew, that’s whole lot of historical facts right there. We are learning so much!  The architecture is interesting and varied. There’s a lot of brick and stone work and lovely carved details.

One of the more recognizable buildings is the cotton exchange.

Cotton Exchange

 

This fountain in front of the Cotton Exchange is a re-creation, the original was taken out in 2008 by a drunk driver.

Winged Lion fountain

 

I had to do a double take at these lamps with real flickering flames.

 

We are getting close to Lady & Sons, I promise! As we were making our way over we stumbled upon some kind of “Iron Man” Challenge.

Or should I say, Iron Person competetion...

This guy is totally my hero.

I accidentally took a pretty cool shot of the water feature in the park!

We would have stayed longer to cheer on the athletes, but it was time for our early afternoon beer so…

We finally arrived at “Lady & Sons”.  If you were not looking for it you would certainly pass it by without much notice.

Under exposed shot of Lady & Sons sign edited within an inch of its life

 

Outdoor hostess area

It was just past noon, but surprisingly we were able to head right upstairs to our table. The interior of the place was a bit dated. I’m not sure if it’s a matter of preserving how it looked when she first opened the business or just laziness. It was clean, but seemed a bit worn around the edges. There was stenciling everywhere. It brought  back memories of our first little house where I stenciled ivy on anything that didn’t run away. This was back in the nineties mind you, I’m better now.

Vines, vines, everywhere are vines...

A young Paula Deen sporting a serious sixties coiffure.

Jeff snapped an unusually cute pic of me so you know I’m putting it in here!

Gratuitous shot of me

So here’s the thing, we had just a few hours before eaten our authentic southern breakfast. I had two biscuits (each the size of pillows) smothered in sausage gravy.

To refresh your memory...

I was not hungry at all! We decided to just get a beer and have a look around. There was no room at the bar so they sat us at a table even though we said we would not be ordering from the menu.

I was a lttle disturbed at the thought of fishy water being the basis of the brew.

Despite the fact that we said we were not eating, they still brought us biscuits and  hoecakes.

Ladies baking biscuits in a show kitchen

Not so cute picture of my frustration at being too full to eat!

 

Jeff ate his baked goods and extolled their buttery goodness. In fairness I can’t properly review Paula’s place, but I can make some observations about the food and the Menu. There are a few items offered a là carte, but all of the southern comfort food items that I would be looking to try are only available from the buffet.

Sneeze guard = cafeteria food

I have come to a place in my life where I just refuse to participate in a restaurant buffet.  Yes, they can be a great value, but when I look at all that once deliciously fresh food just sitting over steam tables I’m turned off.

Oh fried chicken! If only you were cooked to order!

Plus, when you’ve paid the entrance price for the buffet there is immense pressure to get you’re money’s worth by piling on a whole mess of items that don’t pair well. I need the chef to do that for me, I’m not qualified!  So for me, the buffet was a surprising disappointment.  But who am I? Paula seems to be running her business just fine without me.

Good on y'all!

It was getting on time to check into our hotel so we both could rest up (and I could tart up) for the wedding. On the way I snapped this pic of an impossibly cute family. It turned out that they were attending the same wedding.

Cuteness

The bride and groom reserved a block of rooms at the DoubleTree Hilton ,  an excellent choice.

Check in desk

Reception Area

I typically long for my Bob-O-Pedic when we travel, but this mattress was super comfortable!

Loved the palmetto detail

Not digging the yellow, but a quality piece of furniture.

 

Wolfgang Puck coffee, not too shabby

I noticed that the hotel had one room on each floor that had a corner balcony. Guess who got one on the sixth floor!

View of the Talmadge Memorial Bridge from our balcony

View of the Talmadge Memorial Bridge from our balcony

In our short stroll around Savannah we managed to take in a ton of points of interest and thanks to the wonders of the interweb,  now I  actually have some understanding of  what we saw!

 

If you insist!

 

Time for a nap, then off to the wedding…

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Georgia, Geoorgiaaaahh….

When we were invited to attend a wedding down in Savannah, Georgia I was thrilled! Not only would we get to witness the vows of a very special couple, I would also have the opportunity to see a part of the country I had  yet to experience.  Our first thought was to fly down for a long weekend, but the ticket prices were just too crazy-expensive to justify, especially seeing that we would be flying to Walt Disney World in Orlando just a couple of weeks later. So what else to do but a… ROAD TRIP!!!

I was pretty excited about this prospect. Yes, an eighteen hour drive would be daunting, but it was sure to be fun, right? I pictured us stopping by all kinds of interesting roadside attractions a là the  Worlds Largest Ball of Twine or the Spam Museum.  You know, the real America! Unfortunately that didn’t happen. We needed to make time so we  had to stick to the highway. What I did see was a lot of this:

It was very trucky

 

We were really trying to pinch the pennies here so I packed us up some sandwiches.

They are pronounced sand-wiches, Rachel Ray... SAND-wiches!

This meant that I wouldn’t even get to eat at one of the  six bazillion Cracker Barrels that line Route 95 South. Booo!!!!

 

We did get to see one roadside attraction in Dillon, North Carolina and that was        South of the Border.

After enduring an accelerating onslaught of 120 billboards for more than 200 miles this is what you’ve waited to see:

    It’s an interesting mélange of kitschy and creepy.

 If you need fireworks, tequila or feel the need to pet an iguana this IS your oasis. We stopped in to use the facilities, which one of the aforementioned billboards claimed would be “squeaky clean”; not so.

 

We decided to call it a night about two hours from Savannah and got a pretty decent room for short money at the Ramada Inn.

They had the exact same furniture as I have in my bedroom. I don't know how I feel about that.

They served a continental breakfast that included coffee and orange juice (tang), but I was holding out for a real southern breakfast.

But it's free!

 

 We arrived in Savannah about nine o’clock, way too early for check in, so we set out to take a look around the city and get some breakfast. We found a cute little place called        B. Matthews. I discovered after the fact that this place was voted best breakfast in Savannah by Food Network, good on us!

I'm always reluctant to order coffee out, but this was excellent!

 

The one thing I wanted to have in the South was biscuits and gravy.

It’s breakfast y’all!

 

 Jeff got the Crab Cakes Benedict.

I'll just be having that cantaloupe, thank you.

 

Now that we were fortified with a hearty breakfast, we could really explore Savannah. I was not  prepared with an itinerary because I didn’t think we would  have time for sight seeing, so we just sort of rambled around.  We started down at the River Street area.  I didn’t know that Savannah was a port city, but in fact it is home to the largest single ocean container terminal on the U.S. eastern seaboard, and the nation’s fourth-busiest seaport (thank you, Wikipedia).

 

Humongous cargo ship. These things really book it!

 From down here you can take a number of different sightseeing cruises.

River Boat Cruise

Savannah Belle

 

We also saw the tall ship  Danmark. I didn’t realize it at the time but the ship was here for this weekend only and apparently this was quite a big deal.

Danmark

 

This explains the extraordinarily long line.

These people knew that this was a big deal.

The water front area is about thirty feet below street level, so you have to traverse some pretty dodgey stairs to get down there.

Street level view from West Bay Street.

 

The Factors Walk; Iron bridges connect the street to upper level shops.

Careful there, folks

Once you’ve made your way down, the streets are just as treacherous. Good thing I was wearing my sensible shoes.

Cobblestone Streets

The waterfront is lined with old renovated cotton warehouses. It has a charming New Orleans feel (although I’ve never been to New Orleans, hmmm…) Anyway, the River Street area was transformed during a major renovation project in the late 1970s. The buildings themselves however still look the same as they did one hundred years ago.

This looks like something that Disney imagineers would try create in Epcot, but it's the real deal!

There are nine blocks of restaurants, souvenir shops and candy kitchens.

Store front shops

One of many bars / cafés / restaurants

I like the step menu. I'll have rungs one, two and four please!

 

This sign should have been a warning to us. More on that later...

Newer free standing market place near the water.

 

Plaza area near the market place. That's my ride parked at the dock.

Thanks for spiffing it up for me!

 

The candy kitchens are a big draw here. The aroma of sugar and caramel wafts through the air. When you step into any of the shops, someone immediately beckons you to try one of the their famous Praah-leens. Who am I to refuse?

Pralines

I loved the open kitchen and being able to watch the confections being made right there.

An army of pecan turtles

 

Taffy machine of death

Some people eat their apples just plain, no really!

 

Now you're talkin'

This store had a cute ice cream shoppe on the other side.

I loved the color scheme.

Ice cream

Charming decor

AAAaaahhh!!! I don't want any of your ice cream you creepy clown !!!

I think we’ve seen enough of River Street!

Next up: We visit Savannah’s beautiful historic squares, check into our swanky hotel and answer the question: Is Paula Deen’s Restaurant worth a visit?

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Leave the Gun, Take the Cannoli

After we finished our amuse bouche at *La Spaghetti we decided to have the rest of our meal at another establishment. Mark and Michelle recommended a small, family owned bistro that they had enjoyed before so we headed on over.  But we soon got sidelined by this:

I'm sensing a festival of some sort

I wasn’t sure what was going on, but everyone seemed to be quite excited.  As it turns out this happened to be the weekend of The Fisherman’s Feast.

The aroma of sausage was in the air!

The  large brass band was playing  jaunty music while burly men carried around a statue of Madonna del Soccorso (Our Lady of Help).

Madonna del Soccorso

The whole entourage would parade around while boisterously singing, then when they made a stop people would approach the statue and pin dollar bills onto the ribbons that festooned the altar.

Then some ladies began unfurling ribbons of money out a window:

 

Ribbons of cash

Some sort of Altar ?

 

Artsy close up of the details

Floutist, flutist, flootist... she plays the flute

 

This tradition has been going on in the North End since 1910. I’ve read a bit about it’s origins and frankly I’m still confused. But what I do know is that there is a lot of food, singing, and happy (tipsy) revelers so count me in!

The parade was getting ready to move on and we were ready for dinner. The street was packed so we followed along behind the crowd. We were almost at our destination when the parade stopped smack in front the restaurant.

 

Officers, can you move this along? I've got gnocchi to eat!

 

We squeezed our way through the crowd to Massimino Restaurant. This place was off the beaten path of Hanover Street. It’s small with a warm yet modern style.

All of the stone tiles were hand selected in Italy by the owner.

 

Man, they look classy.

 

Michelle and Mark, aren't they adorable?

Hey, that baby is upstaging us!

We started off with some Sangria (I know it’s Spanish not Italian, but it was hot out there!) and antipasto.

Camera came late to this party. It was delicious, though!

 

Jeff ordered a seafood special, I believe it was a Fra Diavlo. I managed to swipe some of the mussels.

Frutti de Mare

I had the Gnocchi al Forno.

Gnocchi

The gnocchi were tender and light and the cream sauce was delicious. I only wished that they had skipped the al forno part. The extra cheese was unnecessary, and took away from the delicateness the gnocchi.  All in all very tasty though!

Next, there was dessert to be had, so we decided to walk back to Hanover street for cannoli. Everybody knows about the famous Mike’s Pastry. You can hardly walk three steps without seeing someone carrying a white box with blue lettering on it.

Customers spilling out of Mike's

But Mark and Michelle took us to another place right next store.  Caffé Vittoria is a hidden treasure in plain sight.

Cafe Vittoria Menu

The interior was so cool; marble topped tables with chrome ice cream parlor chairs, tin ceiling, and lots of antique coffee making paraphenalia to look at.

Caffé Vittoria interior

 

Antique coffee contraption

Counter area

 

We snagged a table right at the open window so we got to watch all the happenings out on the side walk.

"Hey, why don you come around no more, eh?"

He's keeping an eye on things.

 

Vittoria specializes in coffees, but also has a full bar. I decided to try something different and have an espresso with (much to Jeff’s horror) a shot of Ouzo.

Espresso with Ouzo, I didn't regret it.

Everyone else got Cappuccino.

Cappuccino

 

Now the desserts. Again I broke from the pack a decided to get Tiramisu, it was terrific!

Espresso coffee and an espresso soaked dessert. Guess who's not sleeping tonight?

Everyone else went with cannoli.

Chocolate chip

Traditional

 

They also served Gelato, but it would have been CRAZY to try that too.

Dang it, why didn’t I try the gelato!!!!!

 

Then, as if they were called up from central casting, two strolling musicians arrived to serenade us with  “That’s Amoré”:

Without doing a side by side comparison, I can’t say which cannoli is better; “Mike’s” or “Caffe Vittoria”. However, what I can say is that I loved the atmosphere at Vittoria. It was so much more relaxing to be sipping our coffee out of real cups and saucers while people watching rather than  being herded like cattle next store.

Maybe it was because of the festival going on, but it seemed like everyone was out enjoying each other’s company on  this beautiful summer evening. It felt like I was back in Amsterdam (Ack!!! that sounds pretentious!) It is pleasing to know that with the North End so close by, I don’t have to fly all the way to Europe to get that feeling again.

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*La Spaghetti

I’ve been wrestling for some time about with how to share this story.  As a (cough) journalist it is of utmost importance for me to maintain my journalistic integrity. As a human being, it is of the utmost importance for me not to get whacked.

Nooooooo!!!!!!!!

So imagine my dilemma as I consider how to relate this not so flattering tale about an Italian family restaurant in the North End of Boston.

Therefore, here is my disclaimer:

*THIS IS A TRUE STORY. The events depicted in this blog took place in Boston in August of 2011. The names of the establishment and staff have been changed, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.

It all started when Jeff had gotten a whole bunch of wrong number calls from a very Italian sounding gentleman looking for *Maryanne. After a half a dozen or so of these calls and some high-larious voice-mails, Jeff decided to engage the guy and find out why he kept dialing the wrong number. He said something about it being his girlfriend’s number and that he just kept getting a couple numbers flipped.  OK, but who doesn’t use speed dial nowadays?

Anyway, he said he had a restaurant called * “La Spaghetti”  in the North End and that we should come on down sometime.

Poorly photo shopped signage.

The North End!  Would this mean we would now have a connection for some truly authentic Italian food? Ummm…no.

 

I immediately went to the interweb to read some reviews and found this:

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And this:

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Oh my! now we really had to go check this place out. We arranged a field trip with our friends Mark and Michelle and headed in to see for ourselves.

Now I haven’t spent a lot of time in the North End, but the restaurant Jeff and I dined at last year just happened to be right down  the street from *La Spaghetti. This made it quite convenient compare and contrast these two establishments.

Let’s start with exterior of “Bricco” the fine dining restaurant.

Tasteful brick facade and sleek signage

And *La Spaghetti’s  exterior:

 

70's brick facade with neon signage encased in plexiglass; Christmas lights on natty shigles

Bricco window boxes spilling over with Coleus

 

*La Spaghetti widow boxes spilling over with plastic plants with glitter!

 

 

Stylish dining room with crisp white linens

 

This is not some back room area, this IS the dining room

 

Now, if I hadn’t read he reviews I might have considered that this could be a “Mama’s Kitchen” kind of place. You know, nothing fancy but in the back is a round, white haired Nonna stirring a huge pot of simmering homemade red sauce, but we knew better.

We decided to just ask for *Romero (the wrong number guy) and have a drink while we check out the place.

Jeff with * "Romero". His face is blurred to protect the innocent..Me!

We were going to sit at the bar, but there were only three stools and four of us, so we had to commit to dealing with one of the gruff waitresses. We chose to sit in a booth, this was a mistake. The foam in the bench seats had long since disintegrated. It felt like they replaced it with nuts and bolts. Michelle plopped down and then leaned over to me and faintly whispered “my coccyx”.

We ordered a Caráfe of wine.

Michelle felt the wine was suspect, It was musty tasting.

 

Now that we were sitting in the empty dining room we had to order something, so we went with the Bruschetta.

Bruschetta

Crusty Italian bread topped with garden fresh tomatoes and basil dressed with olive oil and a splash of balsamic vinegar. Looks fabulous doesn’t it? That’s just what bruschetta should look like; that’s not what we got.

We got this.

Stouffer's French Bread Pizza...BURNT!!!

 

Salute!

So here’s the thing, there was something quite odd about this situation, I mean other than the plastic flower decor. Let’s do some detective work shall we?

*Romero looks to be at least sixty five years old. *Maryanne (the blond over Michelle’s left shoulder in the previous picture) looks to be about twenty five years old. OK, I get it, what’s good for Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones is good enough for the rest of America,  but *Romero didn’t seem too glad to see us. He also didn’t stand less than twenty feet from his “girlfriend” while we were there. He hasn’t entered her number into his phone even though he calls her all the time…

Wait A Minute… Oh crap! Did we just totally out them in some hankypanky here? Ok then, time to go nicetomeetcha, bye!

Next Up: Leave the gun, take the cannoli; The rest of the evening in the North End.

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Soulfest Part II

The music at Soulfest varies greatly. You can go to the Deeper Well Stage and hear the soft vocal stylings of a sensitive guitarist or you can head to the Inside Out Stage to experience melt your face off metal.

The Revival Stage though, is where the biggest acts play.

The Revival Stage

 

You can get a good view of the show by schlepping your blue tarp up the side of the mountain and staking your claim.

Their tushies are already numb, guaranteed.

 

 

In years past this stage was reserved for the groups that had a very broad appeal       (read: kinda boring) but lately they’ve had some more high octane acts like Skillet.

Skillet!!!

 Skillet has an incredible stage show with amazing pyrotechnics. You can see the show opening song “Whispers in the Dark” complete with strings and fiery explosions Here.  Awesome, huh?

Intentional Fire

 

Drum kit rising up a là 1980's Mötley Crüe

The Revival stage is also where the candlelight service takes place, this is a spectacular sight.

 

One of  the best places to see a show is up on the Mountain Top stage.

Ski lift to the Mountain Top…it’s perfectly safe, it’s perfectly safe.

This is a small venue

 

This time we came up to see Paul Colman, he is one of our favorite performers and a staple at the festival. He is a fantastic singer, song writer and guitarist but what is so cool about him is how he engages the audience.  He uses humor and humility as he shares his testimony. He also has an adorable Australian accent.

Paul Colman

Everyone else loves Paul Colman too as evidenced by the insanely long line to get back on the ski lift after the show.

Looks like the registry of motor vehicles up here

 

Jeff suggested we walk down the mountain instead. No, he wasn’t kidding, I asked.

Come on, It can't be that bad!

It was even steeper than it looks.

The views on the way down were beautiful

 

Back to the Inside Out stage I mentioned earlier. This is where the über heavy bands tend to play. You know you’re in the right place when you see my daughter, Meghan hanging over the baracades right up front.

She likes to get close enough to see their fillings

 

Jeff and I don’t tend to spend a lot of time here, but this year we knew we wanted to see Brian “Head” Welch.

Brian "Head" Welch

 We had  first heard Head’s incredible testimony on the website  “I Am Second”.  You can see it for yourself  here.

You may have heard of his former band Korn. If you know anything about them, you’re probably pretty surprised that a member of that band (former or otherwise) would be performing at a Christian music festival.  His story exemplifies the simple truth that God uses the most unlikely people to show just what He can do.

This was our last year camping at Soulfest. Next year our son Matt will be headed off to college and well, frankly I think I’m done sleeping on the ground. But that’s not to say we won’t be back. There is just too much fun to had to miss it completely. But you’ll probably find me at the Bed and Breakfast on Lake Winnipesaukee.

 

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Soulfest

This past August our family attended Soulfest in Gilford New Hampshire. There is some contention among us about how many years we have been making this trek, but suffice it to say it’s been at least 10 or maybe 9, or 12. Anyway it’s been a lot of years.

 Soulfest is a four-day Christian music festival held at Gunstock Ski Resort, back in the day it was held at Loon Mountain.

Jeff and I had been pretty new Christians attending a very old church, when he first was asked to help chaperone the youth group on a trip to Soulfest. At this church we sang from the traditional hymnal, and occasionally there would be some special music on (Shock!) an acoustic guitar, so I thought all churchy music was the same. The most “contemporary” Christian musician  I’d ever heard of was Christy Lane. But, as it turns out, there is a whole world of different Christian music out there! More on that later, but first the camping.

We have managed to secure a pretty nice site every year that is next to the pond. This provides not only a lovely view, but the only opportunity to get clean during the four days of camping. Yes there are bathhouses, but there are five showers stalls and ten thousand people so…

It's a pond, and a bath tub.

 

We all squish our tents close together so we have as much open space as possible.

Looks like a Hooverville

 

Some went to extremes to save space

 

Jeff introducing himself to our neighbor

Most of us just bring your standard sleeping bag /air mattress type gear, but my friend Michelle must have channeling Meryl Streep circa “Out Of Africa” because she set her camp up like a British Colonist.

She had furntiure, actual furniture, in the tent!

 

Oh, for Pete's sake, throw pillows?!

 

Although I do have to admit that my bedding was pretty stylin’ this year.

I know you want my Three Wolf Moon blanket

 

 

The tent city leaves room for the hang out space.

Relax, Mikayla

Put away the phone Mom, we are camping here!

 

Being surrounded by all this great music inspires the artists among us.

Mark playing a tune, Todd looking absolutely crazy.

 

Jeff teaching a new friend, Debra some Joni Mitchell tunes.

Looks like he's been playing his whole life, he hasn't.

 

Camping at Soulfest means that you get the best of both worlds; campsite junk food and festival junk food.

Continental Breakfast Buffet

 

Cold pizza for breakfast? Yes please!

 

Shakey jug pancakes, squee!!!!

 

The food at the festival can be tricky to navigate. There are a lot of choices, but there are  a whole bunch of vendors there that I would recommend be avoided. We call this area FOOD POISONING ALLEY!!! Yes, I speak from experience, but I won’t burden you with the details.

Mainly we try to stick with French Fries.

Fresh cut fries with salt and malt vinegar

Some prefer their fries with plastic cheese

 

These salty delights can be washed down with a healthy freshly made Fruit Smoothie or Lemonade. They serve the lemonade with half a lemon, half a lemon!!! (Sorry that one is an inside joke, too long of a  story).

 

We had been content with our french fries and smoothie diet, but this year something fabulous happened; Crepes.

A local Creperie called  “Crepes Ooh La La” set up a real kitchen with an actual floor, sink and refrigeration.

"Ooh La La"

They made the scrumptious crepes right before your eyes.

I think we ate there every day, let’s do a crepe count:

Barbeque Chicken

 

Broccoli Chicken

 

Buffalo Chicken with Cream Cheese

Strawberries and Cream

Yup, looks that way!

 

                   There is one vendor that we have always made a beeline to, and that is                    Bolivia’s Best Coffee.

This is not just because of my unhealthy dependence on caffeine, it’s also because it is simply  a great ministry. Please follow this link to read more about them, but in short all the preceeds from the coffee that they sell in the states goes back into building orphanages in Bolivia. This not only is a benefit to the children, it also encourages local farmers to grow coffee beans instead of crops that  contribute to the drug trade.

Each year there are pictures and progress reports from the missionaries in Bolivia

 

Coffee by the pound to take home

 

So we have food and shelter, next we delve into the real reason for going to Soulfest, the music…

 

 

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How Very American

It was our last evening in Eindhoven. We were invited to have dinner at the home of a Philips colleague who was from the states but had been living in the Netherlands now for a several months. She and her husband were desperate to be with other Americans! I had spotted some flower vendors at the marketplace earlier in the day so we swung by to pick up a bouquet for our hosts. The flower lady was one tough looking Mama. I worked up the courage  to snap a quick picture of her even though she looked like she could kill me three different ways before I could whistle Yankee Doodle.

Scary flower chick

 

Melissa and her husband Luke live in a lovely neighborhood; it was sort of in the style of a brownstone in Boston. They had immaculate taste.

Sleek and stylish dining room. Don't those flowers look nice?

 

I’ve noticed as I’ve gone through my pictures that I tend take more shots of strangers than of people I actually know, this can leave gaps in the story. Our hosts Melissa and Luke were young, hip and fabulously attractive. I failed to capture their images; so for our purposes we’ll use this:

Good looking couple

 

Our Dutch lunch had long since worn off so we were pretty well starving by this time. Melissa had told us that we would be having good old American barbecue, which sounded perfect; we were so ready for a burger by this point in the trip!  We were anticipating the smell of charring meat in the air when we arrived, but instead we found this:

Grill yet to be fired up

 

Luke coquettishly asked, “do any grilling? “ as he struggled to get the Webber going. No worries though, Melissa set me up with a Gimlet, which I had never tried before, very tasty!

Gin and lime, so simple!

 

We also had a caprese salad to nibble on.

Fresh tomato, basil and mozzarella.

 

The Burgers turned out splendidly.

Looks just like the Fourth of July

 

This day also happened to be my birthday, which I had totally forgotten about. Jeff had arranged for Melissa to pick up a cake for me.

Awwww, I was nearly verklempt.

The cake was chocolate decedance, but you might be thinking that it doesn’t look very birthday-ish.  Melissa got the cake from the local Department Store Bakery. Although Birthdays are a very big deal  here, the birthday cake as we think of it is not the tradition in the Netherlands.  The standard Dutch Birthday Cake is normally a pastry tart topped with assorted fruit and whipped cream, called a Vlaai. When Melissa asked if they had any chocolate cake the bakery lady replied “How very American!” Indeed.  We enjoyed our American cake and and said goodnight, it was a great evening.

 

We took a nice walk back to the Art Hotel and decided to have one last glass of scotch in the Netherlands. The bar in the lobby was well stocked and carried our favorite Lagavulin 16.

Ceremonial last scotch in the .NL

Plus we got to see the flower desks lit up.

Nope, still not practical

The walls glow too!

 

 Who’s got two thumbs and took his wife on a fantastic vacation?

This Guy!

But now it was time to head up to the room to rest up for our trip home the next morning.

 

Our journey home began with a train ride back to Amsterdam for our flight from Schipol Airport.

The coffee enjoyed the bucolic view

Those are cows gathered on the tiny peninsula

 

Once we got to the airport we had just enough time for a quick breakfast.

One last fresh orange juice

 

We had been gone for eleven days, and I missed my children terribly but, to be honest, I really didn’t want to go. That is to say, I wanted to be home but I also wanted to be in Amsterdam at the same time. How could I manage without an afternoon cappuccino and people watching at the cafe? No more strolling along the canals dodging the bicyclists! No more museums!  I wanted to still be able to walk across the street to have a scotch at the pub and chat with the locals; I just plain loved it there. Sigh…

But, in the end there is no place like home, and this grateful lady knows that home is pretty darn good.

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