The Wandering Foodie

It was our lucky night. The Italian place was all booked up, so we decided on a whim to try to get into Godot, one of the hottest spots in town. We held our breath until the hostess smiled and waved us over to an open table against the wall. The lighting is low, the…

We were lost. Wandering through the city center over cobblestone streets, weaving between buildings that harken back to Medieval times, anxiously checking Google Maps to find our way to the restaurant. The chilly air is no deterrent to the young students enjoying cocktails and burgers in the brassiere. We finally give up and settle for…

The rain is just easing up as I pull into Leland Harbor. Ramshackle buildings line the docks, remnants of years past when the fishing industry was king in Northern Michigan. Quaint little shops dot the landscape, selling t-shirts, moccasins, and even fresh caught fish. A restaurant on the docks known as The Cove lives up…

The winding drive led down through the vineyards where gleaming tall vines of grapes stood ripening in the northern sun. The restaurant is simple but well appointed. I’ve made a reservation for one. Just me. Tonight I’m not eating dinner in the usual way, i.e. on the floor watching Netflix or working on my laptop…

Though the alarm had tried valiantly, it was the ringing of the phone that actually prodded me to wake up this morning. As I shook off sleep and chatted with my friend about the day and how much I was loving the The Homstead resort located at Sleeping Bear Dunes in Northern Michigan, he mentioned…