Snapshot

R.I.P. Binghampton

Having moved nine months ago, I thought it was time to go eat somewhere local. And what better place to go than to the boat restaurant literally at the bottom of my hill. Perfect. I took the dogs down for a stroll to note how busy a weekday night is, and if I should bother making reservations, or just walk-in.

Apparently, none of my neighbors had the same inclination to support local restaurants. It took all I had not to climb over the "Do Not Enter" barrier, and peek inside. If I didn't think there was a high likelihood of getting near rats, the picture above would have been a lot closer up.