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Snug Cottage
Aug. 6th, 2008 08:45 pmWhitney and I have now been married for two years. That's mad - it doesn't seem anywhere near that long, and I'm still too young to get married, let alone have a second anniversary. And I know the whole holiday was to mark the occasion, but it still didn't really dawn on either of us until last night. We celebrated the day by going out to an upmarket restaurant yesterday (because it's closed today), which wasn't completely soup-in-a-tower but came reasonably close with its two-line flowery descriptions of every item on the menu. It did allow me to discover, though, that succotash isn't just something made up by Looney Tunes (like Albuquerque), and that it's actually much nicer than it would onomatopoeically suggest when spread over a dead chicken.
My search for Scottish fish and chips unexpectedly came to a successful conclusion today, because at a cafe that we went to at random for lunch, they had authentic battered haddock (again, once I'd added enough salt to shave a couple of years off my expected lifespan). Unusually for anywhere that serves food in America the portion size was annoyingly small, but it was the genuine article nonetheless. Whitney had less luck because she was told that her choice of crab cakes "hadn't arrived" that morning - being right on the sea, that either means they ship them in frozen for elsewhere or they hadn't gone outside, caught them and pummelled them into the right shape yet. I'd like to give them the benefit of the doubt.
The rest of the day was spent lazing around in our room, because as every building in Provincetown is either a bed and breakfast, an art gallery or a restaurant there isn't a whole lot to do if it rains or the sun melts. I haven't really mentioned our room yet, but the level of niceties that Snug Cottage provides is certainly snug to say the least - along with the traditional provision of both bed and breakfast, there's free open wireless Internet (that I've been using throughout the stay), a laptop kept downstairs to use it if you don't have your own, and next to the drinks fridge and ice machine there's a cupboard full of slightly pirated-looking DVDs (sadly they're all terrible, but the gesture is nice). There's even a rack of umbrellas provided in the porch.
There are only a couple of shortcomings - the lack of bathtub is one, as is the shower itself. The device on the wall of the shower area actually looks more like something I would expect to come across in Myst - it has two concentric unlabelled dials, one of which moves about a quarter of the way round on an arc below the inner one that rotates past it about a turn and a half. No matter what arrangement they're put in, neither of us has ever been able to get the shower to produce anything more than the equivalent of a slightly annoying rainfall. And the door of our room strangely doesn't fit its frame and has a decent palm-sized gap in the top corner.
We're just about packed now, and ready to drag our luggage down to the catamaran in the morning - but before then, we're going to have to watch Love Actually. Though this year there's quite a large chance that it'll be put aside in favour of the newest episode of Mythbusters.
My search for Scottish fish and chips unexpectedly came to a successful conclusion today, because at a cafe that we went to at random for lunch, they had authentic battered haddock (again, once I'd added enough salt to shave a couple of years off my expected lifespan). Unusually for anywhere that serves food in America the portion size was annoyingly small, but it was the genuine article nonetheless. Whitney had less luck because she was told that her choice of crab cakes "hadn't arrived" that morning - being right on the sea, that either means they ship them in frozen for elsewhere or they hadn't gone outside, caught them and pummelled them into the right shape yet. I'd like to give them the benefit of the doubt.
The rest of the day was spent lazing around in our room, because as every building in Provincetown is either a bed and breakfast, an art gallery or a restaurant there isn't a whole lot to do if it rains or the sun melts. I haven't really mentioned our room yet, but the level of niceties that Snug Cottage provides is certainly snug to say the least - along with the traditional provision of both bed and breakfast, there's free open wireless Internet (that I've been using throughout the stay), a laptop kept downstairs to use it if you don't have your own, and next to the drinks fridge and ice machine there's a cupboard full of slightly pirated-looking DVDs (sadly they're all terrible, but the gesture is nice). There's even a rack of umbrellas provided in the porch.
There are only a couple of shortcomings - the lack of bathtub is one, as is the shower itself. The device on the wall of the shower area actually looks more like something I would expect to come across in Myst - it has two concentric unlabelled dials, one of which moves about a quarter of the way round on an arc below the inner one that rotates past it about a turn and a half. No matter what arrangement they're put in, neither of us has ever been able to get the shower to produce anything more than the equivalent of a slightly annoying rainfall. And the door of our room strangely doesn't fit its frame and has a decent palm-sized gap in the top corner.
We're just about packed now, and ready to drag our luggage down to the catamaran in the morning - but before then, we're going to have to watch Love Actually. Though this year there's quite a large chance that it'll be put aside in favour of the newest episode of Mythbusters.
