Just back from some R&R on the Connecticutt shore. Rained most of the time we were there, though we were spared the usual comment from natives, “we need the rain,” which always drives us crazy because WE don’t need the rain—too wet a year for anyone to do more than grumble and pray for sunshine. But we still had a great time. The chance to sleep in, hang out on the porch doing nothin,’ was worth the price of admission. Oh, and Sandy found the definitive fried clams, at Lennie’s Indian Head Tavern, in Branford, CT. He’s the fried clam expert and knows his stuff, so take it from him: these are the best. I prefer my shellfish “au naturel,” so I’ll take his word for it.
Here are some pics of our vacay…
