A Full(s) Errand

We are in New York again.  We figured on driving up the coast of New England and then coming back across upstate NY to see Buffalo and Niagra Falls. Which we are.  Tomorrow.  We took our sweet time getting here.  We were in Massachusetts to get Josh's handcycle aligned and we went to grab dinner on our way out.  Mike, the handcycle guru, recommended the Creamery. It just so happens that the tiny town of Cummington, MA is super awesome.  They trade favors for each other. For example, handcycle guru (Mike) made a human-powered grain mill for Sal and Sue, the two plumbers (both women by the way) in return for a plumbing favor (I have no idea what. Plumbing has never been my strong suit. Ever.)  Over 500 of the 900 residents are part owners (in a Co-Op fashion) of the Creamery.  The owners of the tiny grocery/cafe/restaurant/deli/organic farming extraordinaire decided that they wanted to continue owning the business but didn't want to work as hard anymore so the community came around them and more than half the town owns part of the business now and everyone  chips in. It's amazing, right?! It's so....awesome. I can't think of a better way to describe it.  Anyway, Mike's neighbor has cattle. But not just any cattle. Scottish Highland Cows. Ever seen one? Neither had we. They're like giant cow-shaped sheep dogs with horns:

I tried to feed one...let's call her Mary Lou...she wasn't having any of it.

The sign says Highland Cattle

We went on to the Creamery for dinner. We were informed that you can't miss it as it has a giant cow on top. Sure enough...

And then we hit 2000 miles! Believe it or not, we drove about 700 of the last 1000 in Maine. It's a big state. And we may or may not have gone up, down, up, down. Sweet.

And yes, the maintenance light is still on but it's just confused. Don't worry.

We spent a day cleaning out and reorganizing the FJ in Albany and then today we drove from Albany allllllll the way across the state to Buffalo. We made a little detour to Tipperary Hill. For good reason. Just wait for it....

This bar is awesome (right pic). It has two phone booths. Why is one so small you ask? It's for leprechauns. Reread that if you have to. I'm not joking. They have a tiny door beside the human-sized door into the bar for leprechauns too. Whoa.

And now here's the part you've been waiting for.  Examine the following two pictures very closely.  Notice anything slightly amiss? Or different? 

Red light....                                                           Green Light!

And now we are in Buffalo. And you can't be in Buffalo and not have buffalo wings, right? That's what we thought too. And we got a recommendation from one of our friends at the wedding on a place to go for authentic wings, Duffs. So we went. And feasted.  We ordered fries, 30 wings with four different sauces. Josh had a local micro brew and I had Loganberry, which as the waitress described it, is fruit punch on steroids. I'm waiting for the sugar crash as I type. (Oh, and I had a 5 Hour Energy today so that I stopped falling asleep while driving, so it's like a double crash).  It seems that that was a little ambitious of us (Note: We decided that ambitious had the most positive connotation instead of using the term 'stupid'. But let's be honest, it really was the latter).

Before it all began...

                    

Final breakdown: 19 napkins. 1 beer. 1 loganberry. Josh ate 9 or 10. I ate 5 or 6. (There's a missing wing in there somewhere. We can't remember who ate it...) 1/3 of the fries.  8 pounds of leftovers.

I was too full (fool) to even manage an awesome pose. Holding myself up on the sign seemed like a good idea.

Josh got the pose down much better though...Duffs!

 All around, an excellent culinary option! Not sure what's on the docket for tomorrow. I heard a rumor about an elephant that paints at the Buffalo zoo...