En Route to Ogunquit
For my birthday, Kendrick decided to surprise me with a weekend in Ogunquit – where I spent time every summer as a little girl, and where we got married (at Clay Hill Farm). It is actually my favorite place in the entire world: at present, I’m sipping coffee and looking out on the Marginal Way (a long path that winds down the seashore towards Perkins Cove) from the terrace of our B&B…and last night, I got some serious lobster roll action.
Part of the deal was a king-size, dog-free bed, so the first stop was at Pets at Play, a daycare, boarding and training place on West 45th Street. Lucy and Virgil normally have crazy separation anxiety whenever I drop them off anywhere (desperate, pleading looks backwards, floor-scrabbling, etc), but after one previous boarding session at Pets at Play, they actually dragged me down the block towards the front door and bounded into the arms of Alex, who was working at the desk. Whew.
We got stuck in insane traffic on the way up, so we ended up only making it as far as New Haven by lunchtime. Kendrick insisted that we head over to Frank Pepe Pizzeria for lunch, and it turned out to be more than worth the detour. See that thing up there? We ate it ALL. Every single bite. Pepe’s is a must-not-miss; it’s basically the Platonic ideal of pizza. Go, please.