American food never fails to make me smile.....laugh actually. It's just like a kids party without the balloons.
We're struggling in New England.........Nachos on EVERY menu, fizzy re-fills, (in restaurants touted as "fine dining") cheese, cheese and more cheese, bacon bits that never came from a pig, burgers in portions designed to kill, death by CINNAMON, maple syrup thats not really maple,.......huge subs, smoky rubs, buffalo wings, onion rings, seafood soup, creamy gloop, dips with cream, nothings lean, milk shakes, corncakes, pumpkin pies - supersize, pecans, ruined clams, rib racks, pancake stacks, heart attacks.
Spotting a moose in New England is far easier than spotting a chef who can cook but I'm hoping that the fabled seafood of Maine fares better.
Manhattan like London, did exude an amazing array of restaurants, diners and whole food shops, but all at a price. We left after only 2 days, fed up of rude, obnoxious, "I think I'm in a TV drama," New Yorkers.
Hiring a V6 Dodge Avenger in gunmetal grey we took our money north through Conneticut, Massechusets, Vermont and now New Hampshire where the trees were dressed in astonishing shades.
The attitudes were better in Boston although it was also darn expensive (38$ just to park the car overnight) An undisputed area for the elite.
Woodstock in Vermont was very pretty and poplar (joke) with "leaf peepers."(presumably, the art of watching leaves.)
Finding a place to stay in Vermont in the fall was extrodinarily difficult. We tried Inn houses, Boarding houses, outhouses, Guesthouses, Townhouses, B&Bs, R&Bs, Hotels, Motels, Resorts, courts and forts...but nothing.
After many hours of driving around we found a well-lit hotel with unusually small rooms that advertised, "vacancies." It was not until we tried to check-in that we were informed it was a, "Doggy hotel and spa." Ooops.
We finally found ourselves in Jackson, New Hampshire, after a night in Lebanon(!) The B&B is located on Windy Hill and offers views that photographers pay airline tickets for. On the hill, a million leaves flutter like the stars and stripes on Independence day.
Its great here. The wildlife is phenominal, the rivers clean, the valleys green. A slice of the good life with all the milkshake you can drink.
