After the Armory, we all stop in at Old Sturbridge Village.
I'd made the mistake of not scouting things out enough ahead of time - in retrospect it would have been a much better place for a daytrip with the kids in tow. Still, despite running low on time we had a chance to poke around the bookstore at the village. All sorts of neat toys, especially the stuff they make on site. Definitely on the list for next trip back. I have an eye on one of those bean pots for another cooking day with Dear Mr. T. :)
So - the next day was mostly sedate. I managed an interview with a local guy (awesome!) that will be appearing in other pages before too much longer. Afterwards, we splurged and had lunch at The Green Dragon.
Oh wait no!
I mean THIS Green Dragon.
The original "headquarters of the revolution" might be gone, but its latter day namesake was still a nice place to get out of the sun for a bit.
Once inside, it's a pretty typical Irish-American pub, with a good dose of Revolutionary themed decor here and there. We sat down under a shadow box of
revolutionary era early 19th century bits and bobs, and -- ooh!
I think I'd first heard of an "Irish Breakfast" via Mr. Thompson at Bloggin' fae the 'Burn - and here one was. Since I didn't know when I'd get another chance - let's try that!
Ooof! Heavy! But tasty.
The black pudding was quite..um... savory-dense in an almost painful way. Reminds me of haggis, actually. I could probably develop a taste for it eventually I think.
Anyhow, enough lolling around!
We have groceries to buy and errands to run, but first - one final detour before heading home.
We have some stairs to climb.