Lunch or Dinner? Both!

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Turns out the gentleman was very nice, and our room which we previewed - while small - is spotless.

As we conduct our business, we inquire as to the local cuisine. "Dave", (yes, that's his real name although he shall always be 'shirtless old dude' to me), ponders for a bit, scratching his chin. "Well, there is a pub down the road. You MIGHT give that a try. Or there is this Greek place." He continues to rattle off a few more happennin' spots around town. None of them were what I would call strong recommendations.

"It's kind of hard on a weekday. The places stay open later on the weekend. I think most of them close pretty early." He gave us a slight shrug of his shoulders as if to say in a semi-apologetic way, "What ya gonna do, eh?"

Close early? It's 6 flippin' o'clock! In the middle of summer! How early do they eat around here? I mean, we aren't on "Moore Time", you know? What's "Moore Time" you ask? You're Mom, in what I assume is rehearsal for old-age, prefers dinner at 4:00 to 4:30 in the afternoon. For me, that's lunch. Over the years, like so many tiny conflicts in our marriage we've managed to find a compromise, a middle-ground if you prefer that is mutually acceptable to us both. When possible we usually eat dinner at 4:00 to 4:30 in the afternoon.

Stop laughing. You know it's true.

We fill out the proper paperwork, get our key, and thankfully the next few minutes are uneventful as we unload the bike and settle into the room. The bed is very comfortable, and to my surprise we have a wireless internet connection. We have an air-conditioner. A toilet that doesn't smell of port-o-potty chemicals. Plus, the room isn't moving and weaving. After the day we've had this is the Ritz.

Life is good.


*** the journey continues tomorrow ***