The Place

In Guilford, Connecticut there's a place called the Place. Two years ago I was in New York in the summer by myself and my friend (the same guy who won't answer what he ate at the meat shop, you'll see) told me we gotta go check out this place The Place. So at 9:30 on a Saturday morning we met at Grand Central and took the train for two hours to New Haven. Somehow, we didn't figure out that you can't really get there from there and ended up with some sort of fairly ridiculous cab / renegade beer run situation, but we did finally make and hell yeah we did. Yee haw. Look at the pictures, they make me giggle, it's a little giddy-making. (What the hell, why is this a big link? Is it?)

They dip this corn in a huge blackened pot of melted butter that's sitting on the fire

Hot cocktail sauce doused grilled clams

Menu. So cheap!!

After that we went for lunch at Pepe's in New Haven for abeets. And canolis and Italian ice from another place.

My cousin (Sugie!!) and I were driving to Groton Long Point for the weekend last summer and the drive took a LOT lot longer than it should have because oh, you don't go on the 95 on the weekend ever but I'm from California so I thought it would be a good idea (fun!) to rent a car and drive instead of take the train and nobody told me, so I got really cranky and pissed which can happen so fast and unexpectedly with me (poor Sugie) and then I realized it was about lunch time and OH HOORAY WE'RE NEAR THE PLACE. So that was two years in a row and now it's summer and I'm in New York and I haven't gone to The Place and I leave next Thursday. Charlie? Charlie!!