Longfellow’s Wayside Inn

My aunt came into town tonight with a half-dozen relatives in tow— my first cousin once removed Esta and her husband Lou, my other first cousin once removed Barbara, my second cousin Beth… there are a lot of cousins at various degrees of removal on my mother’s side. We had dinner with them in Sudbury, at Longfellow’s Wayside Inn. Not quite as full-on traditional Yankee as Durgin Park, but close. It’s been a long time since I’ve been asked if I want mint sauce with my lamb.

I enjoyed it, though my back was screaming at me the whole meal. We had spent the day cleaning gutters, after spending part of yesterday on the ladder installing a security light, and on one of those trips up and down the ladder my back decided it had had enough.