Standing out front I heard noise within but all "looked" quiet. I called on the phone. A man, the chef, answered and when he saw me, he opened the door. Closed on Mondays. I requested aide in finding another establishment. We looked at maps, made calls, discussed possibilities and almost gave up. Then he said, "Look, I'll give you a grouiper fillet", to which he added blackening spice and a lemon. This is the kindness that accompanies cycling.
I added a small bag of briquets, beer, potatoes, salad (and yes said the glutton) a small steak and ten pounds of ice. A much heavier bike but a feast requires commitment.
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