So this is the Final Countdown.

Yes. It. Is.

Thank Zeus, I don't know if I can handle being here like this, with nothing to do, for much longer.

Yeah, I've gotten some things in order and you know, have gotten to scrub the tub, or plant stuff for my mom in the front of the house, or, you know, sleep in the basement now that she's sleeping in mine.

Yes, the selfish prick that I am.

Anyway, I meant to take pictures of the place. It's gorgeous, it's right on the water of the Erie Canal, called Aqua Vino which, if you haven't heard, is owned/operated by a local, Robert Esche. Why does nobody remember how in '97 he single-handedly got the Flyers past the Rangers into the Cup?!?

Gah. I hated him for a long time, but the restaurant is actually freaking amazing.

The menu has three different sections for meals: there's seafood, there's steak, and there's pasta. That's it. That's more than enough for me thank you.

The best part is the wine. Have I mentioned how I love wine? Anyway, I started drinking wine before the food came out and then, after I started in on the chicken riggies, I really needed something cold, so I ordered a beer and my uncle, mom and step-dad started giving me looks.

wine + beer = fear

At least that's what the guys were relaying to me. I don't get it, I drank them both and I'm fine.

But the more I go out to eat around here the more I realize how much I'm going to miss the food.

I'm going to have to have pizzas/tomato pies/greens/chicken riggies mailed out to me on a monthly weekly daily meal-time basis.

Anyway, someone's getting a little depressed that she doesn't have this exquisite cuisine in her town.

Someone else plans on helping me cook some of these recipes.

Someone else better stock up on wine and plan on gaining a few pounds, again.