Into the Mystic…
At the beginning of the summer I comprised a short list of things I would like to do before the season ends. I said I wanted to drown myself in margaritas (haven’t had a one), eat ice cream until overtaken by nausea (goal achieved), and most ambitiously, take a road trip to Mystic, Connecticut. Well, at least three people were reading my blog that day, because before I knew it, my Facebook page was filled with eager requests to put a day trip together.
Bridget: “I love Mystic! I would totally do a day trip with ya! We can get Mystic Pizza:)”
Diana: “I wanna go to Mystic! I love it, I love it, I love it!”
Aubrey: “Geez, I think I’m the only person to never have gone to Mystic! Can I come on the road trip too? I’ve been looking to go since 1988.”
I read their comments with delight, and learned an important lesson that day: If you blog it, they will come.
First off, let me introduce the travelers. Bridget, Diana and Aubrey all went to high school with my boyfriend Vin. Even when I was new around their group, they never Olivia Newton-Johned me. I felt like one of the Pink Ladies right away, and I love them for that. I was stoked to hit the road with this motley crew, so this Saturday we left Queens early to catch breakfast by the bay in ol’ Mystic.
We went to an adorable little breakfast spot right on the water called Kitchen Little. I’m telling you, all meals should be eaten under a patio umbrella inches away from the water. Once you’ve had your morning coffee with a side of cool breeze, there’s really no other way to fly. I ordered the Crab and Asparagus Benedict and I SO want to rave about it, but the egg was really overcooked and the English muffin was pretty tough which leads me to believe it had been hanging around under a heat lamp. I have faith that I’ll have better luck next time.
It is the place to be if you are ever in the market for an angel figurine, a new mailbox or an apron with the Danish flag on it.