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Honey Moon

Before we begin, I would like to apologize for not posting in a while. Lots of events have been having in my life as of late including a new house, holidays, and some work toward my career. But that for be for a later time. Let us begin.

My oh my was our honeymoon such an enjoyable trip… Looking back on that last phrase that sounded a bit too suggestive, my apologies. Anyways, we started out veeery early in the morning (4 AM) to grab our flight. Zombified, we made it to each terminal without fail until arriving in Atlanta, Georgia. Finding the cure, we awakened ourselves to explore the city with a rental car. I will tell you that there is no room for any car to move too smooth in that city. Now, its not because the roads are so tight (though it does not help), but the fact that bikes get so much right of way. They do not seem to care how far into the road they are or how close they turn to a car that has to suddenly slow down because of them. But, lets not focus on such agitations shall we?

We arrived at our distraction for most of the day at the botanical gardens. Even in fall this place looked oh so pretty and got us excited to see the Alice in Wonderland portion that was created. However, we did not anticipate how large this place was; tuckering us both out by the end of it. My wife then realized she did not have a swimsuit for the jacuzzi for the cabin. This meant adventuring further into Atlanta to complete this quest. Finding the location (Thank you Google), we discovered a unique shopping square complete with wandering concierges, a ride along train, movie theater, shopping, a decorated center, and restaurants. The latter we found ourselves in after obtaining the item we sought; and boy did I underestimate how much they would spice my food. Understand that I have an abnormally high tolerance for spicy foods. Once even eating a whole bag of jalapeño peppers with very little need for water. But… this took me for a loop. I ordered a buffalo chicken sandwich and let me tell you that first it was delicious. Even writing this now my mouth water for that perfect combo of crunchy and soft breading with nicely seasoned, moist, and fulfilling chicken that had me mowing down such a delicacy… causing my dilemma. See, I was not paying attention to the spice at all. Imagine my surprise when my mouth suddenly caught on fire? Quickly, I grasped the magical cure of soda that minorly quelled the flames. In retrospect, I really should have asked for water. C’est la vie. After our great meal, we headed out to our cabin for which was an hour and a half trip. We found it interesting that most of the exits were on the left. Soon finding it terrifying when it came time to cross two-three lanes of traffic to get to our cabin. Winding paved and dirt paths guided our car up the mountain to our destination; a cozy cabin that was jus beckoning us inside. Heeding the call, we entered to see a welcoming sight of a fireplace (not lit of course with a comfy couch and a couple of rocking chair situated ina half circle. A small table sat in between these to provide a place for food and drink. Behind this was a table with a small goodie tote bag of two souvenir cups and other assortments. This sat next to the open kitchen for our use. Our adventurous minds would not rest until we explored everything, even though it was dark. On the left and right side were a mirror set up of bedrooms and bathrooms that helped with the cozy feel. Through the open cabin gives us our breathtaking sight of the mountains. To enhance our enjoyment, there laid in the back deck a bench swing, a couple of chairs, table, bonfire pit, jacuzzi, and grill. We took full advantage of all our amenities throughout the week including the first night by taking a dip in the lit up jacuzzi.

A well deserved rest led us to our next day of adventure; a romantic carriage ride and tour of a farm. But before that, we needed some fuel… so I was dragged to my first ever Waffle House. Now you must understand something about your truly… I strongly dislike breakfast foods and places due to the hatred of eggs. For some reason I cannot eat cooked eggs in any form; omelets, scrambled, poached etc. you name it I cannot seem to like it. And do you know what comes with every breakfast meal? Eggs. Now is this dislike strange? Yes, considering I like eggnog and other products with the substance in it. Call it a quirk. On top of this, I do not like French toast (sticks are awesome) or pancakes, but waffles are fine. I know I know I hear the silent judging and I do not blame you for it. All I can say is that it is all about texture. Anyways, here we were in this place sitting right next to the kitchen. I actually found something I would like called a bacon and cheese hash brown bowl. Best part? No eggs. Not expecting much, I bit in and the rest suddenly vanished. It tasted soooo good… so much so that I conned my wife to let me try some of her waffle. Another astounding taste made me wish we had a Waffle House in our area. A good start to the day gave us the energy to continue our adventure. We arrived at the farm and shown a little around as the horses were made ready. There we were led to a small chapel built in the middle of the farm with old documents framed on the wall. A piano that sounded like it had one tooo many drinks was there and I decided to tickle the ivories before we boarded the carriage. Off we went as we learnt one of the horses did not like to listen; being badgered almost the whole ride. All in all it was a nice ride through the back roads of Georgia while we talked with the couple who ran the farm (yes they came with us). Halfway through our ride, we were given a small picnic lunch was provided with fresh produce for us to enjoy. On our way back the horses were unhinged to go full speed as the world blurred by. After that exciting burst of speed, we arrived back at the farm. There we met many an animal and shown their honeymoon suite above the barn (something they pushed hard on). We thanked them for the ride and went on our way to the grocery store. After seeing the grill back at the cabin, we decided we wanted to grill a couple a days during the week. We grabbed a few items we do not see at home along with the original target and returned back to the cabin.

Rain kept us in for the day as we enjoyed each others company while cuddling on the couch and watching Back to the Future. With a roaring fire, it honestly felt like perfection. A relaxed day ended as we had to arise early to get to our train ride. This we barely got tickets for… it was only achieved by my wife’s determination. Every day, she kept checking the site for available tickets. Her stubbornness paid off halfway through our carriage ride on Monday. But I digress. We arrived early to try to grab a parking spot at the direction of the company; learning we should have come earlier. Barely we found a parking spot at the end of the town parking. The lines had already formed to check tickets and bard as we scurried to join the crowd. Thankfully, it was such a nice day that we got to enjoy it and chat with others. The boarding began as we found our seats on an open observation car to nestle in. My lovely was kind enough to grab me a hot chocolate and some popcorn as the train began to whistle and whirl. I can tell you one benefit of Covid… no smooshed rides of any kind. Being particularly tall, I am ecstatic to finally be comfortable on such excursions. Nice and comfy were we as we held hands and watched the world move on by. From rivers to hills to fields our journey went as we arrived in a small town that was both in Georgia and Tennessee. Painted on the ground, we could state hp back and forth as we searched through the small town. First we visited a Cuban restaurant for their popular bunt cake which we took to the cabin to eat later (‘Twas okay). Next our journey took us to an antique place that sold fudge. That. was. amazing. Orange creamsicle fudge just melted in my mouth that it was gone after the first bite. A bit out of order, lunch was next as we stopped at a place on the river called Burra Burra. Although a bit noisy (due to us invaders), it was still a comfortable atmosphere with a friendly staff and delicious food. I have to tell you that their (at least for me) strange chicken sandwich was probably one of the favorite things I ate on our honeymoon. Paired with their unique riverbenders, my tummy was filled and satisfied. Rejuvenated, there was little time to doddle while we tried to see more of the little town. We ended up exploring the rest of the small shopping center that Burra Burra was housed in. From hiking stores, African culture shops, Christmas emporium, artistry outlets, and mining marts we found items to bring home. The whistle blew as we hurried back… only stopped at the train gift shop before boarding. Back down the same route we traveled, looking at expensive homes and cabins with stairs that led down to the track and river. This second time around we were able to see a Native American fish trap was made in the water. This has bee kept in tact through the years; one of few that still remain. The train returned back to start as we made our way to an indoor golf course. A tough battled ensued… We went from room to room until a challenger just barely pulled ahead… of whom I will not say cause I do not feel like sleeping on the couch forever. A small pet store caught our eyes as we thought of our cats back home. We found a multi-line, stretchy line cat toy that we were excited to bring home. (For it to be destroyed in the same night. Positive side was now they are batting it around the house.) My love of antique stores called as we stopped in one where I found a beautifully made Native American decorated pocket watch. We found our way to a comic book store (I will find out what happened to Zuko’s mother), a country store, general store, another mineral mart, and a bakery which was run by the winner of a famous TV cupcake show. A full day had, we went back to the cabin to enjoy our amenities.

Laziness hit us again as we chilled at the cabin. Steak was served while we enjoyed the deck and our view. As night turned around our jacuzzi looked and felt relaxing… until some noise we could not identify was stalking around our cabin. At first, we thought maybe something small was making such noise… but it kept getting louder. Next course of action was to be a little louder ourselves to see if that would scare it off. It worked… or so it seemed. Cuddling and chatting how it could have been a deer… the noise returned. You know the feeling when you know something is up? Yeah… seven alarms went off in our heads. Retreat was the best option as we shut down everything and chilled inside. Unfortunately, we still do not know what made those noises. But what were we to worry?

Our next day was planned full of food for we had signed up for a food tour. But first, my phone decided to misbehave. So my wife, who hates when my phone is off/not working, set course for a local repair shop. In my head I am thinking, It is not going to be cheap to fix. I am sure it will need new parts and we are a little far from home to wait for that. What if it was completely trashed? Is this a new expense? When will I get that done?.. Aaaaaand so on and so forth. All of that was shattered in a mere seconds as he cleaned out the charger part. I do not know if I was more relieved or embarrassed. My victorious wife led us back to the car as we laughed at the whole incident. The tour was marked from the beginning. First, the lady running it said to meet at a landmark that was no longer there. Long enough that only one person around seemed to know where it had previously been located. Finding ourselves with another couple, our guide was still no where to be found. Ten minutes passed when we were supposed to meet and she finally finds us; saying that the others had gathered at the platform instead. Before I go on, I want to stress something about the experience. How it was advertised on the site was we were going to get the best of southern food and enjoy many different flavors. This expectation led to the experience we ended up having that day. The tour began at a wine bar with some fancy food; none of which I would say was very fantastic. Their wine though… made even a wine hater like me enjoy it. Next we went to my favorite stop on the tour called Southern Charm. We were given fried mozzarella balls and fried tomatoes to eat. So delicious… The breading that was used was the same kind traditionally used for chicken. Even my wife liked the cheese dish; something she would not usually eat. In all honesty, I wanted to stop the tour and just eat there for dinner. Sadly, that was not meant to be as we went to our next destination. Confusion was met as the staff had no idea we were coming; followed by rude service and shouting as they begrudgingly gave us our food. This meal was a selection of tuna, chicken, egg, and pasta salad scooped on a plate. Oooo ah how hard was that to set up? I am sure everyone felt a little pressured by the staff to leave; even though the guide was still praising the place and telling us how it used to be a garden. I am thinking it should have stayed that way. Anyways, an unique experience promised to lift our spirits. Making our way into an oil shop, we were met with vanilla ice cream served with oils poured on top. So weird and yet it was so yummy. My favorite was a blackberry and lemon mix that tasted so tangy and sweet to wash out our pallet. It was looking better as we got to the restaurant the tour guide had hyped up since the beginning… and were met with confusion yet again. Seems they were also unaware of our visit and had nothing prepared. On top of this, they were refusing us seating inside for being over the max capacity for COVID regulations. One of the servers had a “great” idea to solve this problem. Out in the cold, darkening air we sat as they brought out the chosen food. I don’t even remember what it was… all I know was it offended all five senses. However, the weird vinegar drink we were given tasted decently good. Now at the beginning of the tour we were promised full stomachs by the end… that did not happen with my wife and I. She ended up finding a restaurant hidden away that served freshly made pizza. This place knocked the socks off most of the eateries we had gone on the tour. Very relaxed, good food, comfy seats, and a friendly staff were such a plus and great end to the day. As se settled back into the cabin for our last night, we decided to try the gas bonfire. Oh boy.. How the instructions were worded did not mention to put the lit match in before turning on the gas. A burst of fire almost singed us both before we settle next to it. We soon realized we liked real fires better when no great heat came from the flame. Watching the stars for a little while, we decided that the jacuzzi would be a better idea. Ah, how inviting the warm, bubbling water was to our cold, stiff skin. We cuddled and reminisced over the week.

The time had come to make our way back home, but first we needed some sustenance. Since the beginning of the week, we had our eyes on a local market call Mercier’s. Its specialty was apples, but it had a variety of goods. Our noses led us to the bakery in the busy place. Through the bustling people we went to the back where the pleasant scents had emanated. Sooo glad we stopped here before heading back. Between the two of us, we had an apple fritter, mini apple pie, and a cinnamon roll. Each dessert was warm, moist, crisp, and tasty that we scoffed down the treats in seconds. Back on the road we went as we traveled back to the airport and headed home. All and all I would say it was a very relaxing and loving trip. I felt as if we got even closer (did not know that was possible) and really able to find what we loved about each other; sharing dreams and of our future in that nice little cabin in the mountains. Such thoughts led to an exciting new chapter in our lives… which I will share next time. Thanks for reading and I hoped your enjoyed hearing about our time in Georgia.

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A Pleasant Pennsylvania Picnic

Back in November I partook on a trip with my mother and brother. After a few exchanges of ideas, we decided to take a trip to Pennsylvania. The early morning came as I grumbled out of bed; moaning for the coffee that would wake me up. As the drive began and went on, there were no coffee shops to be found. However, there were some pleasant stops on the way down that curbed my sour mood. Taking the longer route and avoiding Connecticut/New York City, we found ourselves up on Hogback Mountain in Vermont. There we were greeted by a warm fire and a quaint country store. Here we found a soda that even a non-soda drinker like my brother enjoyed. Ironically, it was called Totally Gross Sodas and this particular flavor was called Alien Snot. This somewhat quenched my need for caffeine as we looked over the sight of the valley on top of the mountain. But the journey had to continue. About halfway down, our stomachs made the familiar sound of rumbling as we made our way to an apparently popular restaurant. People were lining up at the door for this delicious food that was indeed worth the wait. Satisfied we went back into the car and found our way to our next stop; a candy, fudge, cone, and ice cream shop. There we were told that everything was made from scratch, including their cones. It was hard to pry ourselves away from all these sweet treats and colorful decorations, but the end destination was calling for us. After what seemed like ages, we finally arrived at the hotel. My, what a sight it was to behold. We decided to stay in a themed hotel this time; a steamboat that glowed on its man-made pool that reflected its old fashion gleam. Inside one seemed to step back in time with classic red carpets, black and white photos, polished timber, and nautical themes that brought out the charm of this hotel. After settling into our comfy room, my mother and I decided to visit Huckleberry’s Tavern found inside the boat. Such a relaxed atmosphere greeted us as we enjoyed our talk with the bartender. He suggested their signature drink that had a pleasant blueberry taste and looked great. We soon ended the fun as we made our way back up to the room so I could change into a bathing suite. My brother and I soon finished the day by taking a dip in the Jacuzzi; something we would do every night for the rest of the vacation.

Solemn ground was what we stepped on as we entered Gettysburg the next day. One could feel the rumble of cannon fire, the primordial screams of fighting men, and the feeling of loss and devastation caused by the battle. A grande collection of artifacts were housed inside the museum; ranging from large cannons to the smallest of pins from both sides. As an added treat, we were able to see the cyclorama painting with sound effects and narration along with a bus tour further explaining how the fighting progressed. Interestingly enough, there was a hill that the Union controlled that allowed them to see the whole battlefield. Along with this key point and a communication problem within the Confederate forces, it lead to the victory for the Union. This truly reminds one of the importance of communication, maybe even in the smaller everyday interactions. With the day done, we decided to stop at a local buffet suggested by the staff. Surprising to the three of us, it was fresh made food that was a delight to eat. My belly full, I quickly retreated to the care when a creeping feeling hit my spine; probably from being on a battlefield where many lost their lives.

The next day came as we went to a restaurant called Loxley’s we had scoped out before coming down. Its outside was set up like a tree house that got the group psyched, but it was off season for that part of the restaurant. We were disappointed at first, until we were lead to their pub. It felt like we walked straight into medieval times where we could have run into Robin Hood, Little Jon, and Friar Tuck. The food had a great flavor and paired well with their Lady of Loxley drink; a sweet mango drink that makes one forget that it is alcohol. Even after a few, I somehow won darts against my mother and brother. This gaming streak continued as we made our way to the Laserdome; an arcade and laser lag place that looked interesting. My mom proved to be the pinball queen while my brother and I were racing legends. The three of us soon found our way inside the laser tag arena, facing each other. We were constantly battling for the high ground for the longest time until our mother disappeared. She only reemerged a few times to ambush us; a sneaky tactic to say the least. Many more games were played before my mother and I faced off in air hockey. It was an even match for a while; that was until the Joker’s maniacal laugh rumbled from the machine. All of a sudden, a barrage of mini pucks erupted and covered the field. My mother was quicker than I as she scored way too many points for me to catch up. Merry were we as we headed back to the hotel to rest for the coming day.

Our taste buds began to water as we pulled up into the parking lot of the Hershey’s factory. The fresh smell of chocolate welcomed us inside from the cold like a warm hug. First on our little journey was to take the tour. With singing cows and all, we were shown how the chocolate process was done on comfy moving carts. Rumbling erupted from our stomachs as our eyes laid ravenously upon the goodies found in the store. Released unto the unsuspecting public, we began grabbing souvenirs, treats, and Christmas gifts. Such interesting treats consumed on that day included mint Kit Kats, pumpkin Kit Kats, cinnamon Kit Kats, hot chocolate Hershey Kisses, peppermint stick Hershey Kisses, delicious cupcakes, and the best treats of all; a shake run of some favorite flavors that included strawberry Twizzler, mint Kit Kats, and s’mores. After checking out with our several carts full of items, we made our way to the zoo associated with the company called ZooAmerica. Animals found across North America were housed inside its borders. It was so cool to see all these different types of animals, but some stood out above the rest. The first was the very proud road runner who liked to show off. He sat pretty for photo after photo in the open enclosure found inside one of the buildings. At one point, he flew and perched on a railing that was close enough that we could have touched him. After taking a few photos for the paparazzi loving bird, we headed out the building and found a playful creature in the water. The otter flipped, swam, and scurried about as we were mesmerized by his movements. Eventually, we pried ourselves away to find a curious sight. A bobcat had emerged from their hiding spot and was stalking a fellow visitor to the zoo. She was so ready to pounce, if not for the fence that blocked its way. Such a humorous sight and a reminder that some of these animals were still predators. Our next fellow was a big brown bear that sat right next to me on the other side of the glass. I would like to think that him and I shared a moment together as we looked into each others eyes for a while; then again he could have just thought of me as lunch. Speaking of which, there was a moment where I though the bear was going to snack on a black vulture. The zoo has been struggling to keep them away from the animals and one decided to nip him. They did not get a pleasant response when he swatted back with a roar. With reluctance, I left the bear as we saw the rest of the zoo with its excitable wolves, majestic bald eagles, creepy barn owls, and other great creatures to meet, Again, the animals known as our stomachs reminded us we needed food. Asking one of the locals, we were directed to a wondrous place to eat; observing along the way that the light post tops were shaped like Hershey Kisses. Day soon turned to night as we made our way to something he had heard was occurring from the Hershey’s store. A Holiday Stroll of fantastic lights greeted us as we drove through field, road, and forest. Synchronized to music, it was dazzling and relaxing seeing old holiday favorites and fairy tales brought to life in light. What a great way to end the day.

Antique shopping has always been something my family enjoyed partaking in when we found them.  Lucky for us, a huge emporium was located not too far from our hotel. Our shopping bugs infested our being as we went on shopping sprees for ourselves and others. (I think part of our logical minds were eaten away at the time but we had fun.) Personally, I bough myself some books and a pocket watch. Food was plentiful as we made our way a restaurant known as Good and Plenty. To those unfamiliar to the restaurant, it sits one down with strangers at a long table to enjoy a buffet meal together. Food was brought to the table like having a dinner at home, especially since the selection this time around was a Thanksgiving meal. We were sat with some interesting people who I believe were from New York. Kind exchanges were given as we made our way to watch a show at the Sight and Sound Theatres. Their show this time I did not enjoy nor did I click with, but my mother and brother seemed to enjoy it.

Our final full day of vacation came as we hopped from farmer’s market to farmer’ s market; enjoying fantastic tastes and smells that came from the stands. Fresh apple cider and home made sour cream and onion pretzels almost made me buy out their stocks. The last event of the vacation lay ahead as we went to Hershey Park. Mom was overly excited as she rushed ahead of us. Unfortunately, we found out that half the rides were closed due to the cold. This made sense and we ventured inside not knowing the benefit for coming at this time. They had lit up the park with so many lights that it looked like a rainbow version of the starry sky. A magic train ride in the sea of lights, a light show performed to music in a beautiful valley above the the river, and as much hot chocolate that one could drink. The few rides we went on were unique, so I will not give any spoilers. I will tell you that riding the the front was more terrifying than being in the back on most of the rides. Of course we ended up revealing we were from New Hampshire as we were the only ones that drank the King Size Shakes found only in the park. I enjoyed my Pumpkin Spice treat while getting weird looks from the majority of others. There was little time left before the park closed; so my brother and I went on the tallest ride as it slowly spun and rose us above the park. We was the city and park lit up in lights as we sat comfortably  in our seats.

The way back home was less eventful, though I did try to have them stop in NYC for pizza. That was immediately shot down even though I was the one driving; instead vying to stop at a fancy place in Massachusetts. It was a great trip, but I missed my love and was glad to be back home. I definitely suggest putting Pennsylvania on one’s list of places to visit for good food and relaxing times.

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Puritan Backroom

Location: 245 Hooksett Rd, Manchester, NH 03104

Rating:   😀    😀    😀   🙂    :I

Atmosphere:   😀      Cleanliness:   😀       Food:    😀

Prices:     🙂                Service:      :I

Probably one of the most famous restaurants from New Hampshire, the Puritan Backroom has always been a place to stop and eat in Manchester. I remember as a kid getting that electric thrill when my family would arrive at the doors. Usually, there would be a massive crowd inside, but the smart ones know to reserve before coming. (Hint, hint). There is a classier air in this joint as the tasty foods’ scent lays lightly in the air. The interior decor is both comfy and nice to look at as you sit at your table; being surprisingly private for such a crowded place. Unfortunately, the service is kind of a toss up. Sometimes I have servers who are full of energy and ready to help with what ever is needed. Others are struggling to get through their shift without screaming. I guess it is the stress of having a very busy shift.

The food is out of this world with flavor. Whether you choose to treat yourself with prime rib or partake in their signature chicken tenders, one knows they will be getting great food and a lot of it. Although the prices may seem overpriced at first, it is only because you do not see the portion they are about to spring on you. My favorite meal to get their is their coconut chicken tenders with their house made duck sauce; something I cannot even finish in one sitting and will bring home for a second meal. That is saying something since I have been known to eat whole pizzas without hesitation. I will warn you that this place has gotten a bad string of reports due to a norovirus that was contracted after an event that the restaurant catered. Please do not let this deter you. I have no doubt in my mind it was not the Backroom’s fault for this outbreak. To my recollection, I have never seen a place more clean in my many visits to food establishments. If you are stopping in Manchester, NH, I implore you to make a stop at this grande restaurant; you certainly won’t regret it.

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Third Time’s the NY Charm

As the the title gives away, I recently went on my third trip to New York City to celebrate my anniversary with my beloved. This time around we hit a few bumps in the road getting to our hotel, but we eventually figured our way to our destination. We decided to stay once again at Hotel Pennsylvania, but this time around we got a much better room. A smaller size that fit our needs, a better TV, comfy bed, and warm to come back to at the end of the day. Rumbling erupted from our stomachs as we traversed the streets of New York City. Dallas BBQ seemed like a good choice as we entered the building. Instantly, our noses agreed with our choice as we took the escalator to the second floor. Great artwork surrounded us as we made our way to the table. So many tasty things to try, it was hard to decide what to chose. Eventually, I got a rack of ribs, crunchy wings, fries, and a frozen, alcoholic pineapple crush drink. Scoffing does not even accurately describe how fast I ate my food. It was delicious in every aspect, a little too much so when it came to the drink having to remind myself that it was alcoholic. In my rambunctious hunger, my love was nice enough to give me a bite of her pulled pork sandwich. Delicious as well and made me want to try more, but I did not want to be rolled out the building.

After seeing how well the army of police and ambulances responded to a situation outside, we made our way for a quick stop at Midtown Comics. Lots of items in store, but nothing that really caught my eye as we continued on our way to our main destination. As my love and I do every time we go to NYC, we booked tickets to a Broadway musical; this time they were for Aladdin. What a awesome show. Spectacular dancing, splendid music, terrific visual effects, and that Genie just stole the show. Friend Like Me was my favorite song of the whole production and that actor just brought on a whole different take on Genie that had me intrigued from the beginning. My apologies to the cast and crew for not giving a standing ovation at your performance; I was afraid of falling over the railing with my stiff knees. Having enjoyed the show, we made our way to a Qdoba near our hotel where we picked up our food from a stressed worker who appreciated our understanding of working in a fast paced job. The gentlemen was nice enough to give us coupons with a genuine smile on his face. We retreated to our lair to devour our food; mine being Stromboli that I absolutely loved. Partly because I did not have to make it from scratch like if I was at home, but the flavor itself was pretty great. Unfortunately this trip was a short one as we made our way to work the next day. NYC is such a large place with so many more places to visit and experience. I look forward to the next time we explore the city to find more hidden wonders.

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Nonie’s Restaurant

Location: 28 Grove Street, Peterborough, NH, 03458

Rating:    :I     🙂     🙂      🙂       🙂

Atmosphere:    :I              Cleanliness:    🙂        Food:                🙂

Prices:              🙂               Service:            🙂

This local breakfast favorite is usually found with a good sized crowd of locals inside. From what I say, there is no indication to seat oneself, but it is a well known custom by the locals. Due to their busyness, the staff sometimes forgets to let their patrons know this fact. The space itself has a modest and hometown diner feel; thus there really is no privacy to your conversation in the open air set up. However, with the small area they have to work in, the set up works moderately well. The servers were very friendly and quick on refills. Asking if there were any other needs to be fulfilled, the staff proved attentive even with a crowd. Everything on their menu is fairly priced to the quantity of food that is received. Speaking of which, their food was delicious; made with care and full of good home flavor that is rare to find in our world today. Expect to walk out with a warm and full felling belly. Make sure every time you visit to try one of their many different flavored coffees to tantalize your taste buds.