This morning I got up early, checked out of the hotel and drove to Westport, CT.
Westport is the next town over from Norwalk, about 10 minutes away in the car.
It’s home to Paul Newman and Martha Stewart. But neither of them invited me over for tea and pastries. I was a little offended.
Aside from the not-hospitable celebrities, Westport is really nice. It’s the kind of town you want to grab by the cheeks and pinch. (Not that it has cheeks. But if it did.)
There are white picket fences and porch swings and American flags. Walking around, you can’t help but wonder if you’ve walked into an Edward Hopper painting. I was tempted to walk up to one of the houses and knock on the door just to see if my fist would go through the canvas.
I found a cool little coffee shop on Riverside Ave called Doc’s Cafe. I had a bacon egg and cheese on an English muffin. But I didnt take a picture.
On Sundays, nothing opens till noon. So I went to Sherwood Island state park, grabbed a spot on the beach and read my complimentary copy of GQ magazine.
(Um, is this an optical illusion?)
I went to Bobby Q’s for lunch. And ate a stupid amount of food. (I’m milking the “I just kayaked across Long Island Sound” excuse as long as I can. Figure I can get at least 3 days worth of mileage out of that one). I got the BBQ combo with ribs, brisket, cole slaw and corn bread. So good.
Here are some other random shots from around Wesptort:
After bumming around Westport for the afternoon, I headed back to Norwalk. I found a really great coffee shop on Washington Street in SoNo called Caffeine. The atmosphere inside was great. Lots of couches, kind of random artwork on the walls and chandeliers everywhere. I wish they had one in Baltimore.
Also, apparently Jesus has a deli in Norwalk.
They sell beer, lottery tickets and cigarettes.
Oh, the irony.
I left Norwalk around 4:30 and headed to Manhattan to meet Jeff and Diane for dinner. We went to an upscale Mexican place called Maya on the upper East Side. We split the guacamole. I had a chicken mole dish with rice and beans. Yum.
After dinner, we walked off some of the Mexican and got ice cream at Emack & Bolio’s. I had pistachio. It rocked.
Food coma fully in place, I hopped in the car and headed home.
Roy and Belinda were very excited to have me back.
Walk a mile in my underpants 