Every now and then the clouds part, the sun shines and a little piece of heaven is revealed on earth.
Perhaps my opinion is slightly skewed by the ending of the long winter. Or perhaps The Place is really that great.
Last evening Angel invited me to dine with Jack and her and two of her friends. They were all going to The Place. I of course went along.
We positively flew up the road in Jack's car. The vacuum-cleaner like hum the engine gave was less than impressive though one doesn't notice when you are mere millimeters from the concrete dividing wall. We arrived in one piece with the cooler of beer hardly shaken. The Place is BYOB.
Maybe the best part of The Place is the fact you get to sit on stumps. But that seems to sell the food short as well as the atmosphere. We walked across the broken shell gravel floor to a table and chose our stumps. Mine was named spike. Our table was close to the giant brick grill. Though all the tables were rather close as the grill is so big. The menu is posted on an old billboard of sorts - and the prices are cheap.
Mussels, Clams, Steamers, Lobster, Catfish, Salmon, Barbecue, corn and veggibobs are all on the menu. Only the veggiebob seemed a little pricey. I can say with first hand knowledge that the grilled corn was delicious. It may have been their generous use of butter. For the four pieces of corn for the table, perhaps two sticks of melted goodness dripped off.
I had the clams and a bite or two of Angel's lobster. Apparently it was female. I tried the eggs. They tasted like fish which I didn't expect.
We sat outside eating and drinking the whole evening. Our conversation drifted from quadruple homicides, forestry, the south, food and how we could drop out of school and start another The Place.
The only unfortunate thing about The Place is that it is only open since yesterday and until October. Having no walls or ceilings limits them to warmer months. Oh and they don't take credit or debit. Though there is an ATM across the street for which we dodged mild traffic.
