Lisa and I get an early morning flight into Logan airport in Boston, pick up our rental car and head for western Rhode Island where we intend to summit the high point of the state. En route is Quincy, Massachusetts where we stop at Emma’s Breakfast.
I never eat bacon when I’m home, but my reasons for the bacon ban don’t count while I’m on vacation. I order a BLT. Alas, the waitress explains, she cannot serve me a BLT because they have no L. Attempting a joke, I say, “That’s okay. I’ll wait until tomorrow for the lettuce.”
“Tuesday,” she says.
“You’ll have to wait until Tuesday. We’re closed tomorrow.”
Emma’s is charming in that in-your-face kind of way. On the wall are some signs…
UNATTENDED CHILDREN WILL BE SOLD
WHY DO THE LEAST INTERESTING PEOPLE HAVE THE MOST TO SAY?
BE NICE OR LEAVE
Despite the crowded restaurant, our chatty waitress hangs around with us. She asks about our plans to see Qunicy. We explain that we’re just passing through and that we’ve got places to be. She suggests that we at least take some time to stop at the casino. Really? “Yeah. I go there a lot. My husband doesn’t like it so I tell him I’m going shopping. He asks me why I don’t buy anything. I always tell him that I go window shopping. Haw, haw!”
What a toon. We give her a tip. Here hon, have a good time at the casino.
Although we did not have pancakes, as we leave, Lisa says, “Bitter batter is better with butter.”