According to a listing on the Bean Group real estate Web site, $1.875 million is the asking price for a “package deal” for both Friendly Toast locations.
This concerns me, because I fear that new owners will hire new waitstaff and change the menu and make the place cleaner. OR, they could try to “class it up”, and then Portsmouth could have another stuffy restaurant*. If the restaurant closes or changes significantly, I’ll probably move.
*note: Fiancee correctly predicted that Bella Sol would not last, as it was yet another restaurant with a generic (but likely tasty) offering of pasta dishes, along the lines of Cafe Med, Radici and others. The Friendly Toast stands out as one of the truly unique eateries in the city.
This photo adorns the side of a new “healthy” snack machine at work (where Clif Bars are $2!) and is very confusing.
I would like to know who chose this out of the massive collection of mountain biking stock photos that were available. Because that is a person with a great sense of humor, or a person who is comically out of touch.
Miiiight have been one of the best commuting days ever.
– Stem on the cross bike is now FULLY SLAMMED. Photos coming, once I cut the steerer tube.
– Rode behind a cute woman on a Surly Long Haul Trucker on 108. She had pannier mounts.
– Had no coffee at the house, so I rode through Durham (Because it’s Friday morning) and got an espresso at BNG. Drank it standing up. Got excited.
– I got waved at by a hot chick in a silver Honda Fit.
– Rode down Watson road. Discovered some trails. Rode down the trails. They dead-ended at a swamp. While riding, I caught my two-year old shorts on a branch and ripped them:
– Two miles later, rescued an ornery snapping turtle out of the middle of Watson Road. Prodding him with my frame pump wasn’t working. I took my wheel off, put it in front of him, he crawled on it as he came to attack me, and then I ran with my turtle platter and dumped him in the woods.
– Met Collin in Newmarket. He gave me some new shorts/Keough power:
– Collin took me on some trails in Newmarket/Durham that are not designed for cross bikes. We rode them for about an hour and a half. I fell in love with my cross bike (again), because it can do ANYTHING. Further devising of plans for a Seacoast NH Rhonde.
– Oddly enough, the trails are known as the Sweet Trails (link is a .pdf of trail brochure and map).
ALSO, all profits from the shirt sales are being donated to charities in Vermont – which needs help, what with the storming lately. The names of the charities will be revealed once my office has power and I can fax in some paper work (because there are i’s to dot and t’s to cross).
BASICALLY, I’m killing it on the Internet today.
Other things I say are also available for licensing/tshirt creation.
– You may see that I rode through Durham. While in Durham, I developed a crush on a cute girl riding a black CAAD 10 on campus. I am also a sketchy old man.
– Upon arriving home, there was no hot water. I almost complained about that. Then I remembered that Vermont is gone.
Vermont demolished is really awful. You expect it in places like Florida or seacoast New Hampshire, and those people expect it too. But you don’t expect it in Vermont – Vermont is such a nice place, it doesn’t deserve it.
It’s like the nerdy kid at school dying of an accidental overdose because the pharmacist gave him the wrong pills for his acne. Sure, you expect it of the jock. But not the nerdy kid.