Well...we bought the house. And we went out to celebrate and picked what can only be called the most obvious place in town. And it was worse than horrible. It was bad cafeteria food. And what made it worse, the proprietor came around the chat, see how everything was (being polite, we said nothing) and then, as he was leaving, said "I have a terrific chef."
Which begged the question, where was he tonight?
Anyway...we're in a little town called Granville. In New York. The closest landmark town would be Glens Falls. Beyond that, Saratoga Springs. We're cheek by jowl with the Vermont border...wondering if we'd have better luck (both restaurants and shopping) if we head for the Green Mountains? Grocery shopping has been a definite up-tick from Brooklyn, from whence we sprang, at least insofar as day-to-day groceries. The lovely farmer is dropping off fresh farm eggs every Thursday. That's nice. He closed up his vegetable stand, but not before dropping off boxes of Delicata and Festival squash for us. Running out of squash recipes...including soups, baked rolls ala sticky buns and eggy squash custards.
But mostly we're wondering where the good places are to eat. Doesn't have to be fancy schmancy. Just real.