Around 3:30 AM, I awoke to hear the strangest noise, rather like a mini-fog horn bleating out over and over again. After a few moments wondering what the heck that was and where it was, I reluctantly turned the light on to find Deirdre holding onto a little mouse. A deceased little mouse. I think I would have been more excited at say 7:30…
Later this morning I decided to try the more trendy breakfast/lunch place in New Lebanon and while they did have a helpful sign out front telling me to put my order in at the counter and to choose my own seat and that they’d bring my order to me, once inside it was as confusing as ever. Too many things crammed onto a chalkboard over the ordering counter, a sheet of paper with too much info about coffee choices in too small a font… I waited behind a lady in the area marked for putting in orders. Suddenly this other group were told they were in the wrong place (at the register), were shooed over our way and they began to slowly ask questions about the food.
I just waved my hands (again) and left. This was basically a repeat of my first excursion there minus the helpful sign out front. For some reason they want to be a “market” so the small area where the food and menu is displayed and orders taken and paid for is also filled with several shelving units of condiments and gourmet groceries. I remember my first trip imagining some out of town visitor exclaiming that they would never have imagined they could get some (chi-chi) relish or sauce in New Lebanon! Imagine that!
