1943

I was afraid this might happen sometime. The deadline for the May issue comes up while Shirley and I will be in Florida, and there is absolutely no' class news. Rather than surrender our space to '42 and '44, I thought I would write up a couple of restaurants we have discovered since retirement, some in the company of our good friends and neighbors, Emmett and Julie Fallon '45.

First head for Crisfield, Md. (the Crab Capital of the World). If you can find the town, you are all set, because there is only one road and that goes directly to the pier. Enter the Captain's Galley (just to the left of the pier) and order the crab cakes. They are just great.

Next is A Restaurant by George on Cape Hatteras, N.C. The waiters wear safari suits and pith helmets, and most are recent grads from the "Stand-up Comedian School." I have never had more fun or a better meal.

The next time you are in New Orleans try Le Ruths across the river. It is family owned and operated, with great attention to detail. Everything from the oysters prepared four different ways to the homemade ice cream dessert was excellent. Another nice touch was a personal note of thanks from the owners when we returned home.

If you can't say no to unlimited shrimp, oysters on the half shell, fried shrimp, and chicken, don't go to the San Jacinto Inn outside of Houston. There is no menu, and the waiters bring platter after platter of the above until you "holler uncle." If you do overindulge, you can jog around the deck of the battleship Texas, parked next door.

Back on Cape Cod, Mass., we try to stay close to home in Orleans. The Capt. Linnell House is a solid restuarant, with outdoor and garden dining for beautiful summer evenings, and warm, cozy, rooms with fireplaces for when a nor'easter is blowing in the fall. Try the Land-Ho for lunch which has a lot of local color. After Labor Day it becomes much more local and colorful. I'm a little bitter about the Barley Neck Inn, since a fair portion of our retirement funds are at the bottom of the tube on the property. Friends who go there say it is nice.

In the Brooklyn, Conn., area we have a couple of good spots—The Bald Hill and the Inn at Woodstock Hill are both excellent. A fun time in the winter is stew and story night at the Vernon Stiles Inn (an old stage coach stop in Thompson). They serve a hearty stew, family-style, and then you enter a darkened antique living room with a fireplace to listen to a mystery story. We and the Fallons like to toot down to

Stonington for lunch at the Harbor View. Be sure to eat in the barroom, which has a short but excellent menu, and again lots of local color. The town of Stonington is worth a leisurely stroll to see the lovely homes and interesting shops.

Last, but by no means least, is our own Golden Lamb Buttery located on the beautiful 1,000-acre Hillandale Farm here in Brooklyn. It is truly a dining experience that you will remember for the rest of your life. Be sure your drink is only half full when you go on the hayride, which is a must! That's it for now, but please get those letters in so we can get the column back on track with '43 news next month.

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