When the moon hits your eye

We drove east from New York to Gloucester last night just as that big beautiful moon was rising.  I watched as the bright light guided us back. (Don’t worry, I wasn’t driving!) I guess it’s no surprise I had a hankering for comfort food Italian style upon our arrival back to town.  We went to Italianos and had chicken parmesan and antipasta.  I was very happy with the marinara which is pretty much what makes chicken parm a success or failure in my book.  Jim enjoyed his antipasta with an eggplant dressing.  It was a quiet night and the staff was in a festive mood.  Simple meal, simple pleasures.  Glowing moon,  bright Main Street decorations.  Win, win, win.  Glad to be back.  It’s going to be a great week in Glosta!