There's an old saying Life is Short, Eat dessert first.
I must say I was tempted to go for the sweets first, but the Sunday Brunch offerings at Fred's restaurant in Norwich NY. were just too awesome to pass, I would certainly leave room for those sumptuous goodies.
When we were shown to our table, the waitress asked ...champagne? Oh yes please, that would be fun, I said.
We were out on a Sunday drive last week; it was the first day of sunshine we had seen in many days. As the first rays broke the horizon, I knew that we were getting out and having some fun. When you live in rural Upstate NY, driving around and enjoying the sights takes on a whole new meaning. Never much traffic, open roads, and beautiful scenery.
Signs like this one dot the roadside and you had better pay attention, these bad boys can wreck a car in one leap.
Flocks of wild turkeys were all over the fields, enjoying the seeds and the warmth of the golden rays.
Country folks do things their own way, some funny, most interesting but others, I don't know...WEIRD.
I was a little weirded out by this mannequin. From further away I thought it was a real woman, but as we got closer, I realized it was a dummy.
Another home had some creepy decorations, especially for St. Patrick's day, I guess it was left out from Halloween. Not a good idea in the mountains with the snow blowing every other day. This poor fella lost an arm and a hand, creepier yet. 😜
We had been out for a couple of hours, and with our bellies full, and smiles on our faces, we headed back to the #homestead.
Taking a new route back, we came upon a local brewery. This place was only 16 miles from our farm and we had never heard of it.
The parking lot was packed, and we almost gave up looking for a space, but finally found a spot to leave the car in the very last row in a fairly large area.
I was happy I had worn my leather cowboy cowgirl boots, they would keep my feet warm and dry. @thebigsweed had sneakers on...nuff said.
I got out ahead of him, his sneakers weren't cutting it and he was slip-sliding with every step, I waited for him at the fancy entrance.
As we opened the door, the sound of music blasted through the air. The place was packed, it was standing room only. I thought the hubby was going to turn around and trek back to the car through the mud once again, but it was such a lively crowd, all Irish, of course, so we tried one of the craft beers from a wide assortment.
This joint was jumping, wall-to-wall Irish, at least for today. The brewing company had even opened up one of its brew rooms to accommodate families with long tables and chairs. There was singing and dancing all over the place.
A lot of "excuse me", then squeezing by.
I would love to drop back to this place on a normal evening, no big Irish celebration, just the local crowd, I am sure we could relate to these jovial people.
This old chap was just taking it in stride, serving us a couple of brews and chatting with us as if there wasn't another customer in sight. Interesting fellow with his woolen cap, white beard, tie-dyed shirt, and a stout in his hand. He reminded me of someone, just not sure who it may be. 😄
An excellent adventure. It's always a great time in March when the St. Patrick's Day parade happens in our hometown, we never miss it. It's next weekend and we will be celebrating once again, the Luck of the Irish.
