It is amazing to me that I found the inner strength not to run over this Canada Goose when I had the opportunity last night on the way to Red Lobster for a dinner alone with the oldest. (The oldest: "If they're called Canada Geese, why do they spend so much time here?")
Also amazing: in a town with seemingly a thousand restaurants and new ones opening and closing every month, there was a thirty minute wait for a table at Red Lobster on a Tuesday evening. It was PACKED. I've been there three times now, and each time, it has been crazybusy.
(The oldest picked the restaurant for its Cheddar Bay biscuits. Perhaps some of the other restaurants in town should get on the biscuit bandwagon. Pleasepleaseplease.)