It was groovy.
The subtle nuances of a New England coastal town that make you murmur, “I feel like I’ve been here before.” Quirky establishments that make you want to come back, however.
We moseyed into town and I had to say little more to Carey than, “Look, hun, there’s a cat.” Three cats, 3 struedels, 2 coffees and a view of the ocean later, and we were on our way back to Vermont with Carey saying, “That shook something loose in me,” and I know she meant, out of all the above, the water. My girl needs her ocean.
[Luna the cat.]
[Another friendly neighbor.]
[It’s usually hard to talk Carey out of renting a seasonal hellhole like this, especially when there’s a sign telling you to do so. What can I say; I married a gypsy.]
Get there next time you’re around Boston. And hit up Helmet’s Struedel… and hit up the head. We quickly fell in love with this spot.