One thing I love about New England is that the suburbs don't feel so suburban. They are more like little "hamlets." I guess I might feel differently if I lived in one 24/7, but I don't, so I can romanticize it.
We stopped here for a chocolate-dipped cone after dinner one night. It was ridiculously big, but unbelievably good. Sitting at a picnic table with a DQ-style cone melting all over my hand makes me feel like a kid again. Again--romanticizing--I wasn't particularly crazy about being a child.
Of all things you can name your avenue.
I thought this was an interesting combo.
This is a Christmas tree. In a bar. In August. A place called Tug's that we ate at one night. They serve free seafood chowder and bread, and their "signature" dish is a plate of homemade potato chips swimming in oil and butter, served with a dill dip. And I will leave you with that.
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It so happened that we are planning to visit the place. Im excited.
l-arginne plus
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