Sidewalk dining at Martha's Exchange in the soft, remaining hours of daylight. 86 degrees coupled with high humidity. Meeting up with dear friends/colleagues/clients/mentors (all in one stellar husband/wife package) after a long day of cross-country travel and driving/hiking detours through some of the most important sites of our nation's birth.
We sat down, ordered three remarkable beers (my pilsener is the golden-hued glass of goodness in the foreground) and selected our dinners.
In addition to its herbed chicken and pasta salad components, my "Mediterranean Plate" presented something I had never eaten: Spanakopita. This turned out to be an excellent choice and something I will seek out again.
Engaged in conversation and fixated on the, um, street scene, I neglected to take a photo of the meal but did catch its remains for posterity's sake.
Great day, great food, great friends. Looking forward to lots more of this little slice of heaven called New England tomorrow.
Martha's Exchange
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