Tilghman Island with the Out Of Towners
So we got out to Tilghman on Friday. We'd made reservations at a country inn we'd found online. The pictures on the website looked really nice and they had a special deal going with free dinners during our stay, etc.
We arrived to find a large building badly in need of paint and basic repairs, the outdoor wooden staircase leading to our room crunched underneath my foot every time I challenged it. The door to the room had nothing more than the simplest lock on the doorhandle. A credit card wouldn't have been necessary - a child's breath could have breached it. In addition, there was about a two to three millimeter gap between it and the frame - one could see from the room into the hall and vice versa while the door was "shut"! The furniture layout was almost comical: two double beds took up about 90% of the floor space; there was a TV that could have been built by Edison on a flimsy stand, while a huge armoir built for it lay empty, taking up almost all the rest of the space. There were no curtains and when Linda tried to close one blind it collapsed on her - the frame had been snapped in two at an earlier date and it had been gingerly balanced back together to hide the fact. The room had no clock, radio, shampoo, or telephone, and the window screens were held on by prayer more than physics. (In all fairness, the view of the Bay was quite nice, however)
The bathroom had two interesting features. The first was a faucet that took forever to deliver hot water. The amusing thing was that it also didn't drain properly and would start to fill up while you were waiting the year or so it took for the water temperature to rise above that of glacial. Every usage would amount to a race to see if one could get a warm stream going before the sink would overflow.
The second feature was the toilet seat. The molding was completely destroyed by horrific heat blisters! Who and/or what could have caused this and why they were sitting on the toilet I can't even begin to guess. Something terrible happened in that room, and I doubt there were survivors.
The first night's dinner started really well. It consisted of a large seafood buffet with a raw oyster bar. You could see the old Marylander right there shucking them. Very cool. Unfortunately, after we'd had two platefulls of them, Linda happened to glance at the remaining shells and noticed several tiny red worm-like creature crawling amongst the remains! EEEEWWWWW! WE'D BEEN EATING THEM! As always, however, we were prepared, and immediately after the meal raced back to our room to fill ourselves with the chardonnay and bourbon we'd brought with us. We drowned the little bastards in Virginia Gentleman. Never let it be said that Maryland vermin can stand up to Virginian chemistry!
The next night's meal was fairly uneventful, we'd already resolved not to eat anything that hadn't been baked on the Sun for a full three days. The only downside was our waiter, who insisted on whining to us what a bad day he was having, (hey pal, I'm the guy with red worms screwing around in his guts, I don't wanna hear about your problems).
At any rate, it was yet another learning experience. We both feel fine, none the worse for wear, but I think I've had it with raw oysters for awhile...
We arrived to find a large building badly in need of paint and basic repairs, the outdoor wooden staircase leading to our room crunched underneath my foot every time I challenged it. The door to the room had nothing more than the simplest lock on the doorhandle. A credit card wouldn't have been necessary - a child's breath could have breached it. In addition, there was about a two to three millimeter gap between it and the frame - one could see from the room into the hall and vice versa while the door was "shut"! The furniture layout was almost comical: two double beds took up about 90% of the floor space; there was a TV that could have been built by Edison on a flimsy stand, while a huge armoir built for it lay empty, taking up almost all the rest of the space. There were no curtains and when Linda tried to close one blind it collapsed on her - the frame had been snapped in two at an earlier date and it had been gingerly balanced back together to hide the fact. The room had no clock, radio, shampoo, or telephone, and the window screens were held on by prayer more than physics. (In all fairness, the view of the Bay was quite nice, however)
The bathroom had two interesting features. The first was a faucet that took forever to deliver hot water. The amusing thing was that it also didn't drain properly and would start to fill up while you were waiting the year or so it took for the water temperature to rise above that of glacial. Every usage would amount to a race to see if one could get a warm stream going before the sink would overflow.
The second feature was the toilet seat. The molding was completely destroyed by horrific heat blisters! Who and/or what could have caused this and why they were sitting on the toilet I can't even begin to guess. Something terrible happened in that room, and I doubt there were survivors.
The first night's dinner started really well. It consisted of a large seafood buffet with a raw oyster bar. You could see the old Marylander right there shucking them. Very cool. Unfortunately, after we'd had two platefulls of them, Linda happened to glance at the remaining shells and noticed several tiny red worm-like creature crawling amongst the remains! EEEEWWWWW! WE'D BEEN EATING THEM! As always, however, we were prepared, and immediately after the meal raced back to our room to fill ourselves with the chardonnay and bourbon we'd brought with us. We drowned the little bastards in Virginia Gentleman. Never let it be said that Maryland vermin can stand up to Virginian chemistry!
The next night's meal was fairly uneventful, we'd already resolved not to eat anything that hadn't been baked on the Sun for a full three days. The only downside was our waiter, who insisted on whining to us what a bad day he was having, (hey pal, I'm the guy with red worms screwing around in his guts, I don't wanna hear about your problems).
At any rate, it was yet another learning experience. We both feel fine, none the worse for wear, but I think I've had it with raw oysters for awhile...
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