Not having been out and about too much lately, we made a point of taking our time and getting lost in the winding country roads between village centers.
(we had the trusty gps with us in case, so getting 'really' lost actually wasn't 'really' an issue...)
There's something relaxing about putting along, up and down these old hilly, maple- lined roads. The odd scene or rustic edifice emerges suddenly around a tight bend and then just as quickly dissapears again behind...
We scoured the countryside looking for country. The bloggerette, who had dozed off for a long nap with the bouncy curving rythms of backroads travel, at last began to stir awake again, and famished.
Time to head back into more familiar territory and get some eats.
Fitzwilly's did the trick. I'm happy to report they're still on their game with their Philly cheesesteaks. Kelly tried a good looking turkey melt with roasted apples. The bloggerette meanwhile, supplemented her bottle of milk with a lesson in the dangerous allures of the lemon slice.
...so sour yet, ...so good.