One of the first perfect days, and it has to be a Monday. It wasn't difficult to make the decision to ride to work. We hadn't ridden during the weekend, opting to enjoy the weather to catch up on some much needed work around the house. Or just sitting on the patio, listening to the birds, soaking up some time and vitamin D. (Covered patio, not soaking up direct sun.)
Sitting at my desk and facing down the 2:30 blahs it seemed such a shame to just head back home again. I was wondering what could be done with the day? We both rode to work. We both went in early and were eligible to leave about 3:30. There had to be something better than just pointing the wheel towards home.
I pinged Oilburner about going out for an early dinner someplace and not snubbing our noses at this perfect afternoon. He was absolutely game.
I started daydreaming about the open air restaurant at the marina in the mountains. A thick burger with steak fries and a good seat on the water was sounding appealing. But a quick search online didn't give me any hope that 1) they were open for the season yet, or 2) if they were open, would be open when we arrived. It was a 90 minute ride up there.
Oilburner and I met up in the parking lot where I work, and we hit the road without a clear destination, I was willing to forgo the marina, but I still wanted pub food. So we thought about the marina at Lanier Islands. We had been there once a couple years ago and found the food good, and the patio over the water excellent.
It has been a long time since we have been to this area and I was navigating from memory. (Memory was all I had considering I left the GPS at home this morning, thinking I wouldn't need it just to ride to work.) I managed to recognize enough landmarks to be successful. Too bad the restaurant hadn't opened for the season yet.
The gatekeeper was a fountain of information and directed us to another pub a couple miles down the road. It was apparent that he was a regular there when the waitress was able to tell us his name when we mentioned how we had arrived here. Gotta love the small town atmosphere that we just don't get to experience in many places around here.
Neither of the dishes looked like a thick burger and the steak fries looked kinda "oniony" so I don't think you met your goal. You need to try it again to get it right....
ReplyDeleteLooks like a great way to spend the afternoon.
Steel CupCake:
ReplyDelete+1 what Richard said.
You'll have to go back and try it again next Monday. And where is the "R1200R" ? being neglected again, no doubt
I can almost taste the ribs !
bob
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Yep. You both are correct. Failed miserably. Good thing I still live by "if at first you don't succeed try, try again."
ReplyDeleteBobskoot...I still haven't written about the Cherohala weekend...but here is a teaser photo of the beautiful R1200R.
Sounds like a perfect way to end the day. I am glad you were able to find a nice pub for dinner.
ReplyDeleteThe weather was perfect. It was nice not to completely waste it all on work. Hoping you get to experience that this weekend. :)
DeleteThat sounds like fun. Riding to work always gave me a sense of freedom and I guess you had that feeling, combining it with your post-work meal, as you did. Could you do that as a regular event, say every two weeks?
ReplyDeleteDon't you just love it when your sense of adventure wins! Food looked good, you will most definitely have to ride out again and try the food. Hope the weekend is sunny where you are.
ReplyDeleteThose are the best days Lori..short notice, great weather, not sure where we are going, good food...a geat way to start the week. I often head off from work and take a long..long..long way home!
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