Last night, I decided I wanted to go to Cabot's in Newton and get something greasy to eat -- chicken fingers, yes! -- and an ice cream sundae. Cabot's opened in 1969, and I doubt it's changed much since. Lots of vinyl booths and breakfast all day. It's like a family-run, local, good Friendly's. Nothing fancy, but comforting, and the ice cream is top notch.
So, I picked up my indulgent friend (who agreed to go even though he had biked 68 miles that day and was exhausted and headachey and full of Indian food), zipped down the Mass Pike a couple of miles, and...it was closed. Fuuuuuck. I trudged out of the car to the front door, and they were closed for their summer vacation. Which I can't begrudge them, but...poo.
I still wanted chicken fingers and ice cream, so we drove around Newton kind of aimlessly for about half an hour. ("Don't worry, I know where I'm going. Sort of.") Finally, in Newton Highlands (where they have the thickest brogue of all Newtonians), we found a pizza place across the street from an ice cream place. It would have to do.
It was not as good as Cabot's. No vinyl booths or chipper waitresses. My ice cream was a little funky and icy, like it had melted and been refrozen (though the hot fudge was terrific). I was disappointed. I really had my heart set on this one thing, and I couldn't have it, and it made me pout. But I forged ahead, and tried for something else, and it wasn't as good as my ideal, but it was still fun. I had good company, my belly was suitably distended from grease and full-fat dairy, and flashing hairy girl pits and big ol' man ear piercings around the western suburbs is always kind of satisfying. ("Oh my, we're not in Cambridge anymore, are we.") And Cabot's will be there next week. I'll just try again.
But then, this morning, I tried to go to the gym at 6:30, so I could get some biking and rowing in before breakfast with my parents. But it's not open until 7:30, which is too late for me to go. Which is frustrating. And I had the most frustrating dream last night, about flying to Cambodia but not being able to find the damn plane and having to run around all Amazing Race style, and ended up with me whining, "I lost my yummy snack!" Oof. I hope this isn't the start of a trend.
Posted by thevieve at July 9, 2006 7:13 AM