So we went to Cape May, at the southernmost tip of the Jersey Shore, for the weekend. We took the Garden State Parkway to Exit 0; surprisingly for a summer weekend, it wasn’t jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive. As far as we could tell, we were the only ones.
We stayed at a nice B&B, that might have been run by Basil Fawlty.
“Could we have a bottle of the Trapiche Malbec from your wine list?”,
“I’m so sorry, but it’s a Cabernet”.
“That’s fine. Can we have some sparkling water as well?”
“Oh dear, we just ran out”.
At breakfast ,the menu says to inquire about fresh baked goods, but..
“Sorry, but we didn’t get any today”.
“OK I’ll have a bagel with cream cheese”,
“I’m afraid we don’t have any cream cheese this morning”.
“How about a small glass of grapefruit juice?”,
“Unfortunately we just have orange juice today”.
I mean, other than that, it was fine.