#The Indian Sweet House & Restaurant
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the-unicorn-nick · 11 days ago
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If you got a gluten allergy I feel bad for you son, I got lots of bread options and naan bread is one.
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housekeepinginfo · 4 months ago
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crepesuzette2023 · 7 months ago
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Ivan Vaughan writes about John and Paul
This is just a relatively brief excerpt from Ivan Vaughan's book, which, for the most part, focuses on his life with Parkinson's disease. (From what I can tell so far, it's absolutely fascinating: far more than 'simply' a memoir, it's a reflection on illness, the mind-body connection, science, psychotropic drugs, patients' autonomy...and much more.)
But since this blog is climbing the drainpipe to the John & Paul business, and there's been some recent discussion of Mark Lewisohn's claim that John was such a bad boy Ivan's mother sent her son to a different grammar school to separate the two, I thought the following might be interesting.
And the ending of this chapter also gives some context to Paul's reaction to John's murder—another topic about which ML has interesting opinions.
This isn't to pile on ML, but more...as words from someone who was there.
(CC: @mythserene, @anotherkindofmindpod) I met John when I was three or four years old. One wet morning there was a knock at the front door. My mother opened it, and looking down, found a boy a bit older than me, smiling, but preoccupied with the effort of remembering what he had been rehearsed to say.
‘I believe a little boy lives here. I wondered if you might like to come out and play.’ He stood there in the porch, rain pouring down behind him, with a pair of slippers under his arm.
‘Come on in. What’s your name? You live round the corner don’t you?’
Next day I went around to the house where he lived with his aunt and uncle. We played with Dinky cars. I was surprised by his generosity and willingness to share his toys; he was happy even for me to take some of them home. When his Uncle George came home with some sweets John readily shared them. There was an immediate bond between us. He was older, read books, and his great intelligence and experience were apparent. I accepted his leadership but I was determined to preserve my independence. From the warm security of Aunt Mimi’s control, John accepted me into his life.
John was a member of his local library and immersed himself in books so that by the age of five he was already a fluent reader. I was still in the infant school when he started at Dovedale Road Primary School, but we played together after school and weekends. There were numerous parks, a golf course, and fields full of tangled growth and trees — just right for playing cowboys and Indians. In one barren area with large lumps of hard earth we played football and cricket. We spent hours digging all tracks to race our Dinky cars. Our most exciting game, though, was ‘fires’. We would go to a large area of waste ground and simply set fire to the straw and watch the place. I have never understood why nobody stopped us.
John’s gang comprised, besides himself, Pete Shotton, Nigel Wally and me. I was the youngest and was constantly having to prove my worth. I feel privileged to be John’s friend since he was nearly two years older. He protected me against Timmy Tarbuck and his gang on the rare occasions when I made the mistake of confronting one of them.
John and I went to different grammar schools, but I used to hear about the chaos and riots that seem to be a daily feature of his schooling. I’d rather lost touch with him when I went to university, and did not see him again until sometime after I was married. Then one day, as I was playing with my little boy Jus on the steps of our house in London, white Rolls Royce turned into the road. John jumped out followed by a woman I have not met before.
‘Hello, Ivy! This is Yoko.’ (…)
My attachment to both John and Paul ran deep and occasionally I would go to great lengths in order to see them at a moment’s notice. Maybe Paul saw our continuing friendship as a way of maintaining simple values he held dear. Jan liked Paul, though she did not see much of John. She was not the least bit mesmerized by their fame. She enjoyed eating at expensive restaurants in sampling London’s nightlife, into which Paul took us from time to time. But, should the effort to come to great, she was willing to let the relationship fade.
A month after telephoning John in New York [with the news of the Parkinson’s diagnosis; their first conversation in years], a heavy parcel was delivered. It was not until I was reading the titles of the books it contained that I realized they had been sent by John and Yoko. There was one by Arthur Janov, author of the Primal Scream, and one entitled Mind Magic. How to Get Well had on the fly-leaf a message from John that read ‘to start looking’, and The Snow Leopard had a note saying ‘to relax’. This last book gave me the greatest pleasure and I frequently re-read passages from it. Its author, Peter Matthiesen, lost his son through illness and journeyed in Nepal and in Inner Dolpo on a completely pointless journey to catch sight of a snow leopard. The peace he found travels across to the reader from each page.
John’s accompanying letter urged me, in punning language, to keep my spirits high and strongly suggested that it was up to me whether I sank or swam. I must not lose faith in myself.
Ten weeks later he was shot dead. Paul and I did not contact each other about it; in fact, we never brought it up in conversation. I hardly reacted outwardly at all. The day after John’s death, however, a colleague said that he supposed I was very upset at what it happened. I heard myself say: ‘I don’t know what I feel. I don’t know that I feel much at all’. As soon as he had gone, I instinctively made my way to a room where I knew I could be alone, and I wept profusely.
-- from Ivan-Living with Parkinson's Disease by Ivan Vaughan. 1986.
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creepycrawliesanonymous · 1 year ago
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To All The Boys I've Written About Before - Beige Flags
In my never-ending quest to make things that appeal only to me, here's a little exercise for all the boys in my arsenal.
Angel Torres will always help you out around the house, no question about that, but boy will he act like he's a hero for simply loading the dishwasher. I'm talking wiping his brow every time you walk into the kitchen, grunting when he puts a plate on the drying rack. You offer to help but he flat out refuses, and will probably say some shit like "My hands look like this [soapy] so yours can look like that [slightly dirty from repotting your plants]."
Jesse Pinkman will call you "dude" until the end of time. It doesn't matter what stage of your relationship you are currently in, you will always and forever be "dude" to him. "Yo dude, do you want to grab Wendy's on the way home?""Dude, you look pretty today." You could be at the alter and it would be a "Dude, I do." He also 100% buys in to the "glasses make you smarter" myth.
Lemon bought himself a label-maker, and that man LOVES makin' labels. All the drawers in your flat are labeled, so are the spices (even if they already have labels), he labels which food belongs to who, all the wires/cables have a label for what kind of wire/cable they are and what they're for. You told him that you could probably remember which clear jar holds the salt and which holds the ginger-snaps, so he made the label "fuck off" and stuck it to your forehead.
Tangerine refuses to call menu items by their proper names, especially if they're stupid. A matcha latte is "green foamy shit, you know." If the dish is named after someone, this chicken shop you frequent has an Ike's Famous Wings Bowl, he will call it "that bloke's chicken thing, the one with all the spices and shit on it." The worst was when he wanted to order the Foxx on the Roxx Boxx from TGI Fridays (yes that's the spelling, I looked it up), he straight up would not say its name, he just kept pointing at the menu and saying "fucking- this one."
Harvey SDV, sweet man that he is, will always sign off his text messages. It doesn't matter how long or short the message is. There's the standard "darling, I'm running a little bit late, would you like me to pick up something for dinner? Dr H" but there's also the "okay honey (: Dr H" or the "[insert picture of flower] Dr H". You've tried to explain to him that you know that it's him, that he doesn't need to sign off every time he messages you, but it's no use.
Andrew Neiman loves to collect random bits of niche trivia, but will straight up forget incredibly basic things. You two were out at a live music venue, sipping on your tasty little beverages, and he'll just bust out something about the similarities between jazz and Indian music, and while he's expanding on the influence of Ravi Shankar on Coltrane, he'll flip through the menu in front of him and ask you what margarine is.
Carmen Berzatto, common knowledge at this point, always keeps a book on him, which on its own is a very good thing. It keeps him from getting bored, you think it makes him look smart, it's a win by all accounts. But, save for when he's at work, he will whip that book out whenever there's any sort of lull in a conversation or if he's not physically doing something. You were talking to him about weekend plans, and he'll be listening intently because he's a good boyfriend who cares about your thoughts, but as soon as you go quiet to turn around to grab something he's flipping open his copy of The Reivers to quickly read a sentence.
Randal Graves loves to fake propose at restaurants for free shit. He makes a big thing out of it, will pull you aside before you enter Olive Garden and show you the tiny plastic ring he's used about three times already and whisper about the ruse he's about to pull, and all you can do is nod along with him. He's gotten more elaborate each time, from the basic garden-variety proposal, to putting it in your water, to asking to have it put in your Chipotle burrito (you had nearly swallowed it that time), managing to score a few free desserts and, at one point, a bottle of cheapo champagne that he got so incredibly slurshed on at home.
Warren Rojas has this game he likes to play whenever you two go to bars or nightclubs where he will pretend like you two don't know each other just so he can hit on you in the most cheesy ways known to man. Asking to buy you a drink, dumb pick-up lines, saying shit like "My name is Warren, but you can call me anytime." It's so incredibly dumb and he gets the biggest kick out of it. One time when you and Eddie were having a conversation at a party he totally pulled out the "Is this guy bothering you, babe?" He thinks he's so funny.
Jimmy Bartlett, whenever you two are cuddling, will set a timer so he knows when to switch from big spoon to little spoon. He'll bring up the egg timer from the kitchen and set it to 20 minutes before he joins you on his bed. You'll be half asleep after a long shift from work with his head buried in the back of your neck, and the next thing you know he's shuffling around while tiny beeps are sounding and he's somehow got your arms around him before you even realize what's happening, before drifting off again. He says it's only fair.
Miguel O'Hara is like a big dog with the temperament of a house cat; thinks he takes up less space than he does and always at least slightly grumpy. He'll get confused when he goes to put on a sweater that was originally yours (the communal wardrobe holds no prisoners) and finds it tight around his biceps. He knocks his forehead on low doorways constantly, you've taken to shouting 'duck' whenever you see him about to go through one. Watching movies on the couch with him, during a rare moment of peace, can be an ordeal because he always wants to lie down on top of you and you don't have the heart to tell him that he's crushing your lungs.
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glitchedwendigo · 7 months ago
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Rajbow Headcanons:
1. When Raj gets sick, Bowie asks Wayne for information of everything Raj feels when he's sick, and uses that information to do everything he can to help Raj.
2. Raj picks up Bowie's sass to the point he uses it while playing hockey. He's implemented it into his trash talk.
3. When Raj plans dates, they're usually small and simple but mean the most to Bowie. When Bowie plans dates however, he goes all out. Restaurants, spoiling Raj with gifts, taking him to places he's always wanted to go.
4. Bowie's brother is Lightning. (HEADCANON OFC.) When Lightning first met Raj, he didn't approve of him, until he learnt he played sports. Raj and Lightning hang out whenever he stays over at Bowie's house.
5. Bowie learnt to cook Indian food because he knows how much Raj loves it. In return, Raj learnt how to bake because Bowie has a sweet tooth.
6. Raj protects Bowie from spiders and Bowie protects Raj from birds.
7. Raj probably wants to propose to Bowie on an ice rink at one of his most important games.
8. Bowie loves fashion and gets Raj to model all of the clothes he makes. Raj loves it.
9. Bowie is really good at walking in heels and Raj is amazed by it because everytime he tries he falls flat on his face. (Wayne and Raj sometimes steal Bowie's heels and walk around the house like idiots.)
10. Every Halloween, they do matching costumes. They always playfully argue over what they should dress as. Bowie lets Raj win, though.
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krystalskeleton · 2 years ago
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1992.11.11 – RAW Magazine Interview with Izzy
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Music
"Yeah, music is partially my saving grace. It's been part of my life every day of the week since I was a kid. It doesn't have to be a specific type of music, it can be any type because the whole of it takes you away from the mundane, every day sort of thing.
"Being on tour, I find it like a luxury item because when I'm on tour I don't have a big stereo, I have a Sony player that cost 50 bucks, it's mono and it has this tiny speaker. For the first couple of days I only had my walkman which is fine for airplanes, but otherwise they're a drag. I found myself looking in the window of these shops at these stereos and there was this one in Chicago which was four and a half feet long and three feet tall. It was this boom box with neon lights inside it. It was really freaky looking, but I ended up getting this small Sony because it would fit in my bag, it plays cassettes and it records so I can write songs on it too. I find that if I hear a stereo now, even if it's a PA at gigs and they're playing a tape, it's a luxury and I really enjoy it."
Food
"Indian food and pizza are my favourites. I stopped eating meat a few years ago. I don't eat red meat or chicken, but I eat fish. I stopped eating meat shortly after I stopped drinking and using drugs. I think it was a case of wanting to heal myself a little quicker rather than objecting to meat, plus there were some cases on the West Coast where people were dying after they'd eaten bad meat. I'm big on salads. Salads in America are just a couple of bits of dead lettuce, but over here people are a bit more conscientious.
But Indian food and pizza are my favourites and that's why Chicago is like heaven to me because you can get a pizza delivered at 5am and it's damn good pizza. There's a place there called Mama Mia and they deliver all night long. They've got pizzas that are two inches thick with like a cracker crust with fresh tomatoes on top. "
Drink
"I like mango lassi and sweet lassi from Indian restaurants. My second would be fresh squeezed orange juice. Those are the only things I drink. I gave up drinking because I just had enough of waking up in my own vomit and not remembering who I was hanging out with the night before, getting arrested and all that stuff. Waking up in jail, and that sort of thing became old for me and I finally realised that I had to stop this and figure it all out. It wasn't easy and it took a while. I feel a lot better for not doing it."
Hate
"It's destructive in nature. Sometimes you can get angry, but it usually doesn't help fix anything. If I hate something I just get hung up on it and dwell on it. I find it easier to try and dismiss it. Otherwise it's extra baggage to be carrying around. You see hatred every day on the TV and some other places and that's enough for me, I don't need to live with it anymore."
Rock 'N' Roll
"It's that life blood. You can't put your finger on it. For me it's that other thing that only people who listen to it or love it know what it is. To the rest of the world though it probably doesn't mean shit!(laughs)
" The funniest thing I ever heard in Guns N Roses was from this guy in Canada called Gabe. God, he was hilarious! He said he saw something on English TV once that said no matter how many records Elton John sold in 1976, there were still 40 billion Chinese people that don't give a fuck and that rang so true to me- this was back in '86 so I've always kept it in mind. It's true. If you look at the globe and spin it and put your finger wherever it lands there's people there who don't know what Rock 'N' Roll is. For people who do love it, though, it's their whole life. For me it's very special.
" We used to have Rock 'N' Roll bands come to play at our house when I was a real young kid. My dad used to have these parties and me and my brothers were beer runners. The bands were always downstairs and I always hung out with them. When you're a kid and these guys would show to play stuff on the drums, it was great. They'd play stuff like (Credence Clearwater Revival's) 'Proud Mary'. I was lucky 'cos I got to grow up with that. I've been hooked on that ever since."
Drugs
"It's up to each person. It doesn't do any good to tell people not to do it. If people want to do 'em then they're gonna do 'em. All I can say is for myself they stopped being a good thing. It became a complete pain in the ass. It was destroying me as a person and I got to the point where I decided to give up. It wasn't like I didn't know 'cos you go through a peroid where you know you're tearing yourself up. I knew I had to stop or everything was gonna go down the tubes."
Sex
"It's pretty important, but to a lot of people it's hard to understand that it doesn't mean much unless you care about the person you're with. I'm lucky, 'cos I do."
Love
"It's a great thing. Everybody needs it and wants it. Life can be pretty bleak without it. I've got a German shepherd and I've had him since he was a puppy, ya' know. I bought him when he was just a twerp. He's three years old, he's healthy, he's big and he can run 40 miles an hour and he's great. I love my dog!
"I've had a steady girl for a few years and it's a great thing. Love makes life a lot easier."
Work
" I worked in a car wash when I was 15. I worked where the cars come out and you have to dry the cars off. In the winter time with the wind chill it can be 10 or 20 below zero, and that was real work getting up at five or six in the morning. It was cold and you've got these towels that are freezing and you're washing these fuckers off. Music is more something that you love to do so it doesn't seem like work. The thought of having to get a real job is difficult. I was never that good at keeping a straight job and getting enough money to do what I wanted to do. At the same time I had to work as a kid. If you gotta do it you do it.
" I've had different jobs. I worked in pizzerias and I actually enjoyed that. That was one job that didn't feel like work unless there was a gig or concert that I wanted to go to. In that case I'd leave work early anyway. I actually liked cooking pizzas, flipping the dough and stuff was cool.
"If I had to get another real job I would probably work in a pizzeria, or I'd work in the car wash and I'd be on the front end. The front end is where the guys would pump gas and vacuum the cars, and these guys were always the envy of everyone else who had it rough. This was back in the '70s when people would drive around with big joints in their cars. They'd smoke half a joint and leave the rest so that when one guy pulls up with half a joint in his ashtray, what happens to the joint? It ends up in the pocket of the guys who are up front who'd smoke them! I think I'd rather work in a pizza place though where it's warm and there's music."
Photo © Paul Jendrasiak, 1993
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real-total-drama-takes · 1 year ago
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Raj and Wayne Headcannons (Cause I love them).
They obviously have sleepovers at each other’s houses even in their teen years.
(This is before TD2023) Wayne likes to set Raj up with girls from school for fun, but Raj always said “They’re not my type.”
They give off “We’ll marry each other if we don’t have a partner before our late 30s” vibes.
Raj is an Xbox player and Wayne is a PlayStation player. But they both have Nintendo Switches for long trips.
They play Mario Kart, they always pick duo characters like Mario and Luigi, Peach and Daisy, Toad and Toadette.
They play Overwatch, Raj mains Ana cause of her snow owl skin and Wayne mains Cassidy cause he has good aim.
Wayne pulls an all nighter in sleepovers. Raj tries to but falls asleep easily.
Raj looks up to Wayne like a big brother and inspires to be team captain of a hockey team one day. Wayne treats Raj like a twin brother.
They celebrate each other’s birthdays even if theirs is months apart.
They did a blood pact.
Raj has a sweet tooth and Wayne prefers spicy food.
They both watched SpongeBob and dresses up as SpongeBob and Patrick on Halloween.
If one of them is sick, they go to their houses and comforts the sick one. And they don’t care if they get sick.
Raj learned how to cook from his mom, who owns an Indian restaurant in Canada. And Wayne is basically microwave cooking, but learns from Raj’s mom when he visits.
They met each other in preschool, Raj moved from India and Wayne lived in Canada his whole life.
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docholligay · 1 year ago
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What I think about when I think abotu Scotland
“What was your favorite thing in Scotland?” she asked me, eyes wide. “I’ve always wanted to go.” 
She said something about the Royal Mile, and it’s true that there is a weight of history contained in hundreds of years in a very small area, though when i talk about it I mostly talk about the Lucy who taught me about scotch in a tourist trap, the way she pointed me across the map to things I now love with a smile and an exchange about Indian whiskeys. 
Yes, I nodded, I’ve seen the puffins in the Orkneys, and they were so cute. But what I’m thinking of is Emily in the bar who insisted the a hot toddy is a summer drink and i guess that fact that it was near freezing with a wind coming off the sea isn’t allowed to interfere with that. But she was sweet, and young, and gave me the hotel wifi password. 
Glasgow is worth seeing though no one ever suggests it, I told her, but what I didn’t tell her was about a man giving me his phone because mine couldn’t call a UK number, and trying to figure out what the Commonwelath actually was with a local, and the host in Mother Inida teasing me about not having a reservation but seating me at one of the coziest tables in the house. 
The highlands are beautiful, but can they meet the glory of sitting across from someone at an Indian restaurant, a cobra on my beer glass, and arguing, and laughing, and chatting, and feeling something deeper than experience, and more like awe? 
Everything I think about, everything I love, about Scotland, could have happened anywhere. And yet centuries of architecture and history could not manage to score up even a mark against the tiny, human moments that sharpened every jewel of that land. And so it has been everywhere. I think about terrible cream cheese sushi in germany and wandering down an alley in London and yelling about Eurovision in Estonia and watching Tv in Croatia and all of these things would never fit into a travel guide and yet are more than a human heart can hold. 
All my favorite places have always been a person.
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indecentpause · 3 months ago
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Happy STS! How are the chores divided among your cast? Is there a person who prefers to do the dishes or someone who will do anything to get out of doing dishes?
oooh this is an excellent question! here's the people who live with partners or roommates:
Danny and Meara share a small one bedroom, and they treat it kind of like a dorm with a built in kitchen and bathroom. they take turns doing dishes but Meara HATES it because his parents always made him clean up after everyone in the house when he was growing up, so sometimes when he's having a bad brain day Danny will hop in and take care of it. (they don't have a dishwasher, they have to do them in the sink by hand). they both love cooking! Danny is REALLY GOOD at Iranian and other Middle Eastern cuisine (he learned from his parents growing up and it is his comfort food), and Meara is really good at American style vegan food. so depending on what they want to eat they take turns! Danny is learning how to bake and he's teaching Meara how to make the best possible cup of coffee.
they each do their own laundry. sometimes Meara will take Danny's to the laundromat too, because Danny works so early the times line up better for Meara to get there more easily.
they each are responsible for their own things and messes around the apartment. there's not a lot of space so they have to make sure things stay organized and clean.
Josselin and Frankie do their best to split chores, but it's not always even. Josselin tries REALLY HARD to help with dishes, but he can't stand the feeling of sponges or scrubbies and hates having rubber cleaning gloves. he'll do it but his skin will crawl for an hour afterward. so Frankie mostly does that. they do laundry together; they pack it up in bags and go down to the laundromat and take those few hours to play card games and talk about things going on in their lives.
Josselin handles all the cat stuff: food and water, litterbox, clipping her nails, etc. Familiar is super friendly and sweet but when it comes to brushes and nail clippings she only wants Josselin to do it. she'll wriggle and yell when Frankie tries, lol, and while they both adore Familiar, she came with Josselin when they moved in together, so Josselin considers it his responsibility to do all the cleaning and care for her. he simply said upon them moving in together, 'she's my cat, I'll take care of her.' and that was that!
Frankie does grocery shopping, because Josselin has food safety issues due to growing up on the road and often having to eat food that had gone past its prime, not enough to cause anything serious but there have definitely been some stomachaches in the past. since his budget allows it he only gets food from a few specific restaurants/bakeries/etc that he trusts, where he knows at least one of the people in the kitchen, so he always has takeout or a walk in walk out order. he doesn't often actually eat in the restaurant because a lot of the time it's too loud, but during slower times (like between lunch and dinner) he likes to go on dates to restaurants with Meara or Frankie. :)
Morgan and Josephine love to cook together! their mealtimes are sacred, from the moment they turn on the stove to until the last dish is clean, it's time just for them. they can't do this every night due to schedule misalignment, but they do it whenever they can. they go grocery shopping together, especially at import markets. they love Indian and soul food! Josephine learned it from her dad growing up (her dad is Black and grew up in Georgia before he moved to Illinois with his parents as a teenager, and her mom was Indian, but she had some really bad mental health problems and would often disappear for days at a time and one day just didn't come back. but her mom's family was still really involved with Josephine because she was so little and she and her dad needed the support). and Morgan will eat anything once; he's very adventurous. Josephine bakes and decorates as a hobby, so there's always treats around.
Morgan and Josephine go to the laundromat together but Morgan does all the cleaning stuff, and Josephine folds. Morgan thinks the way Josephine sets up laundry is too messy, but she worked in a department store in high school so she knows how to fold stuff really nicely. Morgan does sweeping and mopping because he's much more efficient, and Josephine keeps the bathroom clean.
thank you so much for the question!! it was really fun :D
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saeedmohammedsblog · 3 months ago
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Unveiling Muscat's Malls: A Comprehensive Look at Shopping and Entertainment
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Muscat, the capital of Oman, is a city that effortlessly blends traditional charm with modern sophistication. Among the many facets of this dynamic city, its shopping malls stand out as hubs of commerce, culture, and entertainment. These malls are more than just places to shop; they are social and cultural epicentres that offer a range of experiences to both locals and tourists alike. In this blog, we’ll take a comprehensive look at the malls in Muscat, exploring what makes them a must-visit for anyone in the city.
A Fusion of Tradition and Modernity
Malls in Muscat are unique in the way they reflect the city’s character—a perfect blend of tradition and modernity. The architecture of these malls often incorporates elements of Omani heritage, with grand arches, intricate carvings, and traditional motifs adorning the walls. Yet, inside, you’ll find all the trappings of modernity, from international brands to the latest in technology and entertainment.
Shopping: A World of Choices
When it comes to shopping, the malls in Muscat offer a world of choices. Whether you’re looking for high-end luxury items, local crafts, or everyday essentials, these malls have something for everyone. 
Luxury Shopping: For those who seek luxury, many of Muscat’s malls house flagship stores of international brands. Here, you can find the latest fashion trends, designer watches, jewellery, and more. The ambience in these luxury sections is often sophisticated, with personalised service that caters to the discerning shopper.
Local and Regional Brands: In addition to international brands, malls in Muscat also showcase a wide array of local and regional brands. These stores offer products that are unique to the region, from traditional Omani attire to locally crafted jewellery and souvenirs. Shopping here not only supports local businesses but also provides a deeper connection to the culture of Oman.
Affordable Shopping: Not all shopping in Muscat’s malls is about luxury. There are plenty of stores that cater to budget-conscious shoppers. From trendy yet affordable fashion to electronics and home goods, these malls offer great value for money. Seasonal sales and promotions further enhance the shopping experience, making it accessible to a broader audience.
Dining: A Culinary Journey
One of the highlights of visiting the malls in Muscat is the diverse culinary offerings. These malls are home to a wide range of dining options, from fast food to fine dining.
International Cuisine: The food courts and restaurants in Muscat’s malls bring together flavours from around the world. Whether you’re craving Italian, Chinese, Indian, or Middle Eastern cuisine, you’ll find it all under one roof. These dining spaces are perfect for a quick bite between shopping or a leisurely meal with family and friends.
Local Flavors: For those looking to experience Omani cuisine, many malls feature restaurants that serve traditional dishes. From succulent grilled meats to aromatic rice dishes and fresh seafood, these restaurants offer a taste of Oman’s rich culinary heritage.
Cafés and Dessert Shops: If you’re in the mood for something sweet, the malls in Muscat won’t disappoint. Numerous cafés and dessert shops offer everything from freshly brewed coffee to gourmet pastries and traditional sweets. These spots are ideal for taking a break from shopping and indulging in a treat.
Entertainment: More Than Just Shopping
Malls in Muscat are not just about shopping and dining; they are also major entertainment hubs. The variety of entertainment options ensures that there’s something for everyone, regardless of age or interest.
Cinemas: Many of Muscat’s malls feature state-of-the-art cinemas that screen the latest blockbusters. These cinemas offer a premium viewing experience with comfortable seating, advanced sound systems, and even VIP sections. Whether you’re a movie buff or just looking for a fun way to spend an evening, the cinemas in Muscat’s malls are a great option.
Family Entertainment Centers: For families with children, the malls in Muscat offer numerous entertainment centres that cater to younger visitors. These centres often include arcades, soft play areas, and interactive games that provide hours of fun. Some malls even have indoor amusement parks with rides and attractions for all ages.
Events and Exhibitions: Throughout the year, Muscat’s malls host a variety of events and exhibitions. These can range from fashion shows and cultural performances to art exhibitions and seasonal festivals. These events add an extra layer of excitement to the mall experience and often provide a platform for local talent to showcase their work.
Convenience and Accessibility
One of the key advantages of Muscat’s malls is their convenience and accessibility. Located in various parts of the city, these malls are easily reachable by car or public transportation. They also offer ample parking space, making them a hassle-free destination for shoppers.
Services and Amenities: The malls in Muscat are equipped with a wide range of services and amenities to enhance the visitor experience. These include everything from currency exchange and ATMs to concierge services and information desks. For families, many malls offer stroller rentals and baby-changing facilities, ensuring a comfortable visit for everyone.
Safety and Security: The safety and security of visitors are top priorities in Muscat’s malls. Security personnel are present throughout the premises, and many malls have implemented advanced surveillance systems to ensure a safe environment. Additionally, the cleanliness and upkeep of these malls are maintained to high standards, providing a pleasant and secure atmosphere for all.
A Social Hub
Beyond shopping, dining, and entertainment, malls in Muscat serve as important social hubs. They are places where people come together, whether for a casual meet-up with friends, a family outing, or a business meeting. The diverse offerings of these malls mean that there’s something for everyone, making them a go-to destination for both residents and visitors.
Conclusion: A Must-Visit in Muscat
In summary, the shopping centres in Muscat serve as more than mere retail spaces; they play a vital role in the social and cultural landscape of the city. With their blend of traditional and modern elements, diverse shopping and dining options, and extensive entertainment facilities, these malls offer a comprehensive experience that appeals to a wide audience. Whether you’re a local looking for a convenient place to shop and relax, or a tourist eager to explore Muscat’s modern attractions, the city’s malls should be on your list of places to visit.
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Day Trip to the Taj Mahal: A Journey into Timeless Beauty
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Introduction
A visit to the Taj Mahal is an experience that etches itself into your memory forever. Known as the "Crown of Palaces," this iconic symbol of love and architectural brilliance attracts millions of visitors each year. Whether you're a history enthusiast, an architecture aficionado, or simply a traveler seeking beauty, a Day Trip to Taj Mahal. offers a rich and unforgettable experience.
Getting There
The Taj Mahal is located in Agra, a city in the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh. For those starting from Delhi, the fastest way to reach Agra is by train, with the Gatimaan Express being a popular choice. Alternatively, a car journey via the Yamuna Expressway can get you there in approximately three hours. Both options provide a convenient and scenic route to the historic city.####
Arrival in Agra
Upon arriving in Agra, it's best to head directly to the Taj Mahal to make the most of your day. The monument opens at sunrise, and visiting early helps you avoid the larger crowds and the midday heat. As you approach the gates, the anticipation builds, and the first glimpse of the Taj Mahal through the main entrance is nothing short of magical.
Exploring the Taj Mahal
Built by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his beloved wife Mumtaz Mahal, The Taj Mahal is a masterpiece of Mughal architecture. The white marble mausoleum, adorned with intricate carvings and precious stone inlays, stands majestically on the banks of the Yamuna River. As you walk through the meticulously landscaped gardens, the grandeur of the structure unfolds, revealing its symmetrical beauty and detailed craftsmanship.Take time to explore the main mausoleum, the mosque, and the guest house, all of which showcase the exquisite artistry of the period. Inside the mausoleum, the cenotaphs of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal lie surrounded by intricate marble screens, adding to the sense of reverence and solemnity.####
Photography Tips
Capturing the Taj Mahal in all its glory can be a photographer's delight. The soft morning light provides the perfect conditions for stunning photos. The classic reflection shot from the central pool is a must, but don't hesitate to explore different angles and perspectives. The Taj Mahal's beauty is such that every shot has the potential to be a masterpiece.
Lunch and Local Cuisine
After a morning spent at the Taj Mahal, head to one of Agra's many restaurants to enjoy a traditional Indian lunch. Agra is famous for its Mughlai cuisine, so be sure to try local dishes like kebabs, biryani, and petha, a sweet delicacy unique to the region.
Other Attractions in Agra
If time permits, consider visiting other historical sites in Agra. The Agra Fort, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, offers a fascinating glimpse into the city's rich history and provides stunning views of the Taj Mahal from a distance. Another notable site is the Tomb of Itimad-ud-Daulah, often referred to as the "Baby Taj," which prefigures many aspects of the Taj Mahal's design
Conclusion
A day trip to the Taj Mahal is more than just a visit to a historical monument; it's a journey into the heart of India’s cultural and architectural heritage. The awe-inspiring beauty of the Taj Mahal, combined with the rich history of Agra, makes for a truly enriching travel experience. Whether it's your first visit or a return trip, the allure of the Taj Mahal never fades, leaving you with memories that last a lifetime.
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flowerfan2 · 2 years ago
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Chapter 5 is up - featuring so much hurt/comfort, and where the fic earns it E rating.  Read it here on A03.  CW: accident.
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They meet for dinner at a sushi place in the center (the one next to the new Indian place? Or next to the good ice cream place?  Steve asks, and is pleased when Eddie’s favorite sushi place is his favorite too, because they also have Korean food, and Steve loves bulgogi).  Hawkins’ town center is full of restaurants, and banks, and precious little else.  Even the Pete’s has abandoned ship, apparently unable to compete with the Starbucks.  It’s apparently a problem many downtowns have, Eddie informs Steve, given the cost of rent and the continued increase in online shopping.
Steve is fascinated by Eddie’s job.  It seems so real to him, so professional.  They talk for a while about the various projects Eddie is working on, and then circle back, as expected, to Hawkins.
“You said yesterday that you didn’t think I’d be an ‘ally’ in Town Meeting.  But why would you need… allies?  Didn’t Hawkins ask for you to review the project?”
Eddie pulls a hair tie off of his wrist and proceeds to put his hair in a ponytail, then twist it all around until it’s more like the bun Steve’s seen him wear before.  “Not exactly.  The state Architectural Access Board develops and enforces regulations designed to make public buildings safe and functional for use by people with disabilities.  We need to approve the final design, or else the town would have to seek a variance, which can be expensive and isn’t always successful.  What I’m hoping for is that the committee listens to our feedback and really considers what will be best for the town.”
“And that isn’t keeping everything exactly the same, just because it has some vague historical connection?”  Steve asks, his eyes wide to convey the joke.
“Obviously.”  Eddie laughs.  “I know change is hard, but damn, it’s not as if these sidewalks were laid down in colonial times.  We aren’t talking about knocking down Paul Revere’s house or something.”
Steve pulls a face.  “Haven’t you heard?  It’s very important to preserve the ‘mid century modern’ landscape.’”
“At least it isn’t ugly.  You wouldn’t believe the lengths people will go to to preserve even ugly as shit towns, just because they’re afraid of the unknown – even when the unknown is just a different sidewalk material and it could really help people.”
They decide not to have dessert at the restaurant and instead walk down to the other end of the center to get ice cream.  Steve isn’t surprised that Eddie agrees that Tosco’s is the best ice cream in the town – it’s one of the best ice cream places anywhere, except maybe for its sister shop in Cambridge.  Eddie gets a milkshake, which Steve does find a little weird, but then he sees how Eddie is ever so casually looking at him while he sucks on the straw and realizes that Eddie may have an ulterior motive.  And if he does, it’s working.
Steve can hardly keep his mind on putting one foot in front of the other as they leave the shop, telling himself simultaneously not to get his hopes up and imagining how Eddie’s lips will feel on his, icy cold and sweet.  The shop is crowded with people coming in and out, and a woman with a wriggling toddler in her arms is entering as he and Eddie exit, so Steve pauses a moment to hold the door for them and smile at the kid.
Suddenly there’s a screech and a yell, and the sound of a car gunning its engine.  A man pushes by Steve and runs to where a pedestrian is lying by the side of the road and Steve is following him with his heart in his throat because the person who was apparently hit by a car is Eddie.
Read the rest of Chapter 5 on A03.
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pagan-stitches · 2 years ago
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Jerusalem - The mosaic of The Lamb of God among the saints in side apse of Dormition abbey
“Christians celebrate Christ's death and resurrection by sacrificing a lamb and eating its meat. In such acceptation, the lamb is considered Christ's Body. Therefore, eating lamb at Easter is a way for Christians to welcome Christ and His sacrifice within them.”
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Our Porters Lamb with Red Wine Gravy from two years ago.
I imagine that there is also the practicality of eating lamb at Easter because it is available. Where I live in the American South ham is the dominant meat dish served. Neither my husband or myself are particularly crazy about ham (I remember loving it as a child at Gran’s house at Easter . . . and Christmas . . . and New Year’s—quite honestly I think I grew sick of it.). And this is the one time of the year when the local markets do carry a small selection of lamb.
Why don’t Americans eat lamb? Supposedly:
“Blame it on World War II, when American servicemen in Europe were fed mutton dressed up as lamb and hated the strong musky flavor of adult sheep. When the soldiers returned home, many of them banned lamb from their dinner tables, which meant a generation of kids grew up unfamiliar with the delights of real lamb.”
Before the Porters recipe experiments began I had only had lamb when eating out at Indian, Greek, and Middle Eastern restaurants where I fell in love with the robust taste. So I was excited to try the Porters recipe, but a little hesitant as well. Both of us had grown up with moms who cooked rather uninspired roasts. I wasn’t sure how receptive he would be. But his reaction was quite positive, though he finds the gravy a bit overly sweet and dabs on the tiniest amount.
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This year’s lamb.
I rather suspect now that we’ve had it for Easter dinner several years in a row that its become tradition.
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In addition to my Porters cooking to celebrate my Scots-English heritage I had to do something inspired by the Czech side of the family—I made my first manzanec, which is basically an easier version of the Czech Christmas bread (no braiding!!!). Czech breads have made the scent of lemon peel and vanilla an integral part of the holidays for me!
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Manzanec pictured with my kraslice and new embroidered Easter cloth.
I also planned on celebrating White Sunday/Provody (kind of a spring time Day of the Dead the Sunday after Easter) and wanted to have the red Easter eggs to bring as offerings to the graves I visit and for my ancestral altar. The eggs didn’t turn out as red as the picture in the onion skin dye recipe and I was quite disappointed (my mother in law and I had been saving the skins for months!) but the orangey color has grown on me.
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White Sunday ancestral altar
As always thank you @graveyarddirt for sending me down this Porters journey with your gift of the cookbook several years ago.
Everyone is invited to follow along and participate in the @portersposse seasonal cooking challenges.
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starrywangxian · 2 years ago
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british chinese takeaways
saw a tiktok about someone being very curious about how british people eat chinese food and it was kind of funny to see someone so genuinely confused about things that are very normal to me.
to answer her (very reasonable) questions, yes we do say "i'm going for an italian/greek/mexican/chinese" instead of saying i'm going to eat italian food because here we say a chinese takeaway or a chinese restaurant so we just drop the takeaway/restaurant which leaves "a chinese". we also say things like "i went to an italian" or "there's a nice italian here" instead of saying i went to an italian restaurant or there's a nice italian restaurant. it's just a way to shorten it and it's completely normal. no one takes offense to it in the uk because it's just slang, we all know you're talking about food and restaurants/takeaways etc. so there's no need to specify it ig.
also yes, we eat a lot of chips with everything. potatoes are our staple food and the stereotype that british people love chips is not completely false lmao. it's very common for chinese, indian takeaways etc. to sell chips with their food. i don't eat chicken myself but yes chicken balls are also common for chinese takeaways. they're like boneless balls of chicken that are deep fried. it's very common to have chicken balls with sweet and sour sauce, too.
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^^ this is what they tend to look like although the batter can be a darker brown sometimes.
a lot of restaurants will also even have an "english menu" (sometimes it will genuinely be called the english menu or something to that effect).
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^^ here's what a chinese take-away menu might look like - notice the "english dishes" section at the top!
we also love curry sauce, and chips with curry sauce is actually amazing! it's like gravy but it tastes like curry lmao. you can even buy "chip shop curry sauce" mixes and granuales in supermarkets lol. you should definitely try it!!
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^^ here's a chip shop curry sauce mix made by bisto which also makes gravy!
it's important to note that these places are in britain so they'll have typical meals that most british people will like to cover their basis, if that makes sense? this is a fusion of british and chinese food and most chinese takeaways are owned and run by british chinese people so it's a way to combine those two cuisines, so it will naturally look different to american chinese food and authentic chinese food.
that being said, we do have authentic restaurants that make actual food the proper way but those are mainly in cities as compared to the countryside or small towns. so we do eat hot pot! and actual curries! but it's not as often as having takeaways.
a lot of these takeaways in the countryside and towns may also be the closest takeaway to you so instead of going further away to get a fish and chip meal, someone may just order fish and chips from a chinese takeaway that's closer.
also idk if this is just me but she seemed to be mentioning restaurants a lot in the original tiktok and most of the people she stitched were eating takeaways. in the uk, we have small shops that only do takeaways (or take out) so there's no where for you to sit and eat in the restaurant. you order, you go to the shop to collect it or it's delivered to your house and you eat it at home (and yes i could tell from the videos because of the containers and stuff lol).
i hope that answered everything and taught you something if you didn't know before!
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whitepolaris · 10 months ago
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Mischief at the Country Tavern
by Fiona Broome
Ghost hunters joke that every historic restaurant and inn in New England is haunted, and they may be right. I can vouch for the existence of a ghost at the Country Tavern in Nashua, New Hampshire. Blond, mischievous Elizabeth Ford is a beloved spirit who haunts the Country Tavern restaurant. They've even named a gourmet diner after her: Chicken Elizabeth.
According to local legend, Elizabeth and her husband moved to colonial Nashua-then called Dunstable-in the mid-eighteen century. Because of its poor soil, unreliable transportation, and continuing hostilities with Indian tribes from Canada, New Hampshire remained decidedly rural.
Nevertheless, Elizabeth and her husband, a ship captain, were delighted with their new farmhouse. That it was near a well-traveled coach route not only provided peace of mind for the Fords but also meant that Elizabeth would feel less isolated when her husband was at sea.
The newlyweds were happy during the early years of marriage, in spite of Captain Ford's reputation for a volatile temper and fits of jealously. Elizabeth's sweet and playful nature usually prevented serious arguments, and for that her husband was grateful.
Their lives seemed idyllic until Captain Ford returned home after nine months at sea and found his wife pregnant. When the baby arrived a couple of weeks later, Ford was convinced that his wife had been unfaithful. In a fit of jealous rage, he killed both Elizabeth and the baby.
In one version of the story, he buried their bodies in the yard just outside the farmhouse. Over their graves he planted a tree-possibly to conceal them-and it remains just outside of what is now the Country Tavern. Others say that he dumped the bodies in a wall on the property or that the graves lie beneath the house itself. But it seems that no matter where they're burial, Elizabeth never left.
One Happy Ghost
According to local lore, Captain Ford hastily signed on with the next ship out of Portsmouth and soon was killed during an argument over a card game. No one mourned his loss.
Elizabeth's ghost began appearing soon afterward. Sometimes, she was spotted in the yard. More often, people saw her gazing out a window.
The farmhouse had many owners over the years before it became the Country Tavern restaurant. Since then-1985 to be exact-the buildings has been lovingly restored and the grounds artistically landscaped, a transformation that has delighted Elizabeth Ford.
I have actually seen the young Mrs. Ford. She's about five foot five and very slender, weighing about a hundred pounds. When I last saw her, she was wearing a deep red colonial gown. Her pale blonde hair was worn unfashionably loose, spilling over her shoulders and down her back. She was also translucent. Many restaurant patrons, however, say that Elizabeth can look as real and solid as anyone else-among living, that is.
Elizabeth skips and dances barefoot around the upstairs dining area. Her pranks including rotating patrons' dishes while they're dining and sending cups and saucers flying across the room. At the same time, Elizabeth is careful never to hurt anyone; she's mrely being playful.
Downstairs, Elizabeth visits the ladies room and sometimes tugs on the hair of visiting patrons. The ladies lounge was once part of the nursery, near the center of the farmhouse. It was also where Elizabeth felt safest, waiting for her husband to come home.
Interestingly, there has never been any evidence that Elizabeth's newborn is with her in the spirit world, and people often wonder where the child is. The consensus is that the baby probably crossed over.
Elizabeth's ghost certainly hasn't crossed. In fact, the young woman doesn't seem to realize that she's dead. In her own mind, she's still living in the time before her pregnancy, when she was happily married. That's why she's often seen upstairs, watching out the window for her husband's return form the sea.
Some people have seen Elizabeth looking sadly out the window toward the tree in the yard where she and the baby may have been buried. But these bouts of melancholy are brief, and soon Mrs. Ford's mood again becomes light and playful. In general, Elizabeth Ford is one very happy ghost.
Flickering Lights
When I first encountered Elizabeth, I was upstairs in the restaurant, showing some "ghost photos" to a TV show host. We were preparing to film a segment about the Country Tavern.
A shadowy seemed to pass over my photo album, as if someone had just walked by. I looked up and saw Elizabeth standing on tiptoes gazing over my right shoulder. She was looking down at my photos, seemingly fascinated by them.
I didn't want to startled the crew, so I kept quiet about Mrs. Ford's presence. However, just a few minutes later, she announced herself in her typically mischievous fashion. The cameras were filming as the TV host and I walked around the restaurant's upstairs dining area. I could see Elizabeth watching us from behind one of the crew, when she suddenly vanished. Then, as we began to discuss Elizabeth during the show, the lights on the wall flickered-and each time we mentioned her name or referred to her, they flickered again.
Finally, the host asked anxiously, "That's just loose wiring, right?"
"We'd better find out," I replied. "If it is, the restaurant needs to know before a short circuit starts a fire."
I looked around for someone from the Country Tavern staff, but they were all downstairs. It was up to us to solve the mystery of the blinking lights.
Even when I think that something may be evidence of a haunting, I look for logical explanations. So I climbed up on a bench by the wall and thumped my hand near one of the fixtures to see if I could make the lights flicker again.
Nothing happened.
I repeated my efforts, this time pounding the wall with my fist.
Still nothing.
More pounding just inches from the light fixture-and still no flickering.
"Let me try," the host suggested, fathering her courage. She tapped the wall very lightly and-amid some nervous laughter-asked if Elizabeth was there. The lights blinked on and off as if cue. The TV host turned pale under her make up.
For the next several minutes, I pounded the walls trying to duplicate what had happened. No matter what I did, the lights wouldn't flicker.
"Elizabeth is just teasing you," I joked. And, with that, the lights turned quickly off and on again.
Only the wall had blinked off and on; the other restaurant lights remained constant. The power hadn't failed, even for a second. And the only light switches in the room were those in plain view. No one from the restaurant staff had left the kitchen either.
In other words, there was no rational explanation for the flickering lights. I laughed because I was used to ghosts, but the TV host and crew weren't quite as amused.
"See You Later, Elizabeth"
We briskly completed the TV segment, and the crew packed their equipment. As we headed toward the stairs, I glanced back over my shoulder and said quietly, "See you later, Elizabeth."
The lights flickered again, and I thought I heard a high, girlish laugh not far from my ear. I certainly felt a gentle swish of air, as if someone in a long gown had just adashed past me.
From what I've heard Elizabeth Ford is still a regular visitor at the Country Tavern. The restaurant is best known for its fabulous meals and fresh seafood dinners. But it's also famous as the home of one of the sweetest ghosts in New England.
Watch for Elizabeth Ford next time you're in Nashua, enjoying the food at the Country Tavern. Just don't be surprised if an empty cup gracefully across the room, or the lights flicker when you mention her name.
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