a colorful meal

At the BB Brewpub on Saturday night, I ate the best damn fish and chips I ever had. The garden greens salad wasn’t bad either, and by “wasn’t bad,” I mean it was flipping fantastic. Here is the view from this restaurant:

Nice.

The menu uses all local ingredients, and the beer is also fab. Not too expensive, either. As we sat outside, the troops were getting restless. The chips/fries couldn’t come quick enough. While we conversed, a possibly homeless and definitely wasted guy strolled the sidewalk flanking the deck. He attempted to engage *whomever* in conversation, including the owner; I wouldn’t meet his eye, although N.Lo started to catch it just before the man was escorted away, around the other side of the building, by some sort of big, burly bouncer. Yikes one.

A little later, a man rode his bike by the restaurant and, not paying attention, smacked right into the back of an SUV. I only saw J. wince and then caught the tail of the accident, which was the man flipping onto his back with the bike on top of him. Yikes two. He was fine, he said, just embarrassed, although obviously the drivers of the SUV, as well as all of us witness at the restaurant, were concerned. He rode away apparently fine.

And THEN, there were sirens. Police, fire, ambulance. Someone on that far side of the building was taken away on a gurney, wearing a neck brace. Yikes three! We have no idea who: the drunk guy, or the biker? And we never found out. I’m kind of dying to know… and also dying to go back for some more fish and chips. Served with a side of malt vinegar aioli… I’m just saying.