THE SALT HOUSE

It was a good weekend to get up and about. I've been taking baby steps on the hibernation thing...I'm not about to go cold turkey like Punxsutawney Phil and come right out of my hole!!! But this weekend was surely warm and beautiful enough for me to emerge. I'm not worried about the coronavirus. What kind of dumb virus would penatrate my gin and other libation soaked vessel?  You may remember my friend Domenic...

Well... he and I had a lovely time at the Salt House in New Hope yesterday. Truth be told we are working on our friendship. We started out dating some time ago...and are trying to find a good friendship , but the odd slip into bed happens. I can't lie. He is fun, a good conversationalists and has good oral skills.... He made me promise to not wear skinny jeans yesterday. I never took orders well. But that is neither here nor there. The Salt House is becoming a favorite haunt of mine, and has a very cool history. That above is the joint back in the early days of New Hope. The Salt House  dates back to the late 1770's , just down from where George Washington and his troops crossed the Delaware River that fateful night December. It was at this spot , as they retreated from Valley Forge following the Redcoats to the battle of Monmouth. The Salt House building was the toll house at the time, so George and the boys would have spent  some time here over those days back in June of 1778. It's really hard to believe the place still stands in these times of not wanting to preserve anything. So I give it to all the owners for maintaining and not changing it.  it has a very warm and welcoming crowd and atmosphere.

A fun portrait of Washington by artist Abe Romano, one of his last before his passing.

Their cock-a-tail list is amazing. I had one of each.

Contrary to popular belief, the Towpath Flasher was NOT named after me. While there, we ran into James and Peach, two friends from town... and we ate like field hands and gobbled like hogs.

Notice Domenic forced me to eat oysters...the last thing I needed. YUCK.

James and the Giant Peach

We were taking to the bartender while waiting for our table. We were discussing various libations, when the talk shifted to bourbons and whiskies... when he asked if we'd tried this libation, a straight bourbon whiskey, which they found down in Charleston. He asked if we'd like to sample it.

I immediately relayed, eloquently of course" I love me some cock." Meanwhile, many wives looked worried, while many husbands faces looked piqued.

Meanwhile, like most places in New Hope, there are funny signs to be seen, like in the rest room.

On our way to the Salt House we passed this bath shop. I thought of our Ms Scarlet when I saw these rubber ducks...and tomorrow is her birthday!!! I should send her all these for her bath time.

It was a first lovely day to get out, spent with a bunch of characters. 

Twas a lovely sunset too.

Today I noticed while walking Buster...the daffodils are really coming up.

Time continues.....