Taking Time to Smell the Roses ...

The Missus Herself and Your Humble Scribe had the opportunity to go out to dinner last night with another couple, friends of course, while I don't mind strangers, I don't go out to dinner with just anyone. Harrumph.

We left the abode early, as dinner was at 1730 local and sometimes the traffic can be a bear. So of course, traffic was minimal and we arrived at the venue some forty-five minutes early.

As it was a lovely day, we rolled the windows down and took in the warm air, the soft breeze, and watched the mill pond stretched out to our front.

Yes, that is an actual mill pond.

Across the way is an antique place, not that we're in to antiques mind you, it's just there. We learned it was an antique place that very day. Can't beat the location.

Behind those trees is the restaurant itself, it goes by the name The Old Grist Mill for such it was at one time in the distant past. The building you see matches the architecture of the original, built in 1745, but which burned down in 2012. Sad to say, though the new building matches the old, the history which was in it, well, that's gone.

The building sits on rather a sharp curve which a tractor trailer failed to negotiate. The truck plowed into the building and destroyed it. (Story here.)

Particularly sad as we had dined there in the original building, had a number of lovely dinners with both family and friends. Sad to see it gone, but pleased to see it resurrected.

The food there is quite good, if you're ever in these parts, I highly recommend it.

The Sarge gives it four stars.
(Yes, I am smiling ...)

So yeah, no war today, we took some time to stop and smell the metaphorical roses. In actuality, we devoured a nice ribeye with shrimp. Two Guinness were had, and much enjoyed. One for me, one for the Blogfather.

The war will continue soon. Seems my consumption of two Guinness was a signal to the Muse to take the weekend off. I'll be here, she'll be oot and aboot.

So yeah ...

Be seeing you.