A quick trip down Rt. 9 yesterday brought us to the River Tavern, in Chester, for lunch.
A Stella and Orieto later, we were eating artichoke dip on toast.
Followed by a smoked salmon sandwich for Val,
and a tavern burger for myself. Both accompanied by potato salad.
Which made us pretty happy.
Then we placed our order for the "baked-to-order" date bread pudding, which takes 20-25 minutes, so we had some coffee while we waited.
It was worth the wait.
After a brief recovery period, we bid farewell to quaint little Chester and hit the road to Putnam for an afternoon of antique browsing. We saw the elusive white horse.
And I got an A.
A dirty, craquelured, reflective A.
Val found some classy vintage knitting patterns.
And this tintype, where we're not sure what is going on.
Maybe siblings sitting for a parental portrait? Better yet, young duellers competing for the lady's affections, moments before the pistols (or sabers, or whathaveyou) were drawn?