On the inadvisability of getting a haircut in a NJ seafood restaurant
So, I should start by saying that I am not making this up. Any of it. I will not name names on this one for fear of retaliation–I plan to return to this place after a respectable period of time, and being in New Jersey… well, one just never knows.
The story is this: on Monday night I went to a restaurant in a small town in New Jersey, primarily because it had the appearance of local character. The restaurant did not disappoint. One of the owners–the wife–waited on my table while her husband held court at the bar, shaking hands and giving Swedish fish to the handful of children there. The food was quite good, the atmosphere friendly, and the local character abundant. For those seeking that kind of thing, I will provide details if you are ever in the greater Parsippany area.
