Handlebars

I set out to meet the club on their return trip from the ice cream castle, the bastion of frozen delight's Buttonwood Farm. According to the VP they were suppose to be decending from the wilds of Voluntown, down route 49, to Handlebars. So, not being on two wheels,
an earlier ride on Jenny showing me the pain of my ways, I decided to meet the Club at the bar. I can't tell you what time I arrived, alcohol blurs time. I can tell you that 1 Coors, 1 shot of Jack, 3 Jack and cokes later, they had not arrived. So I headed out the door for some much needed food
 It would appear that "Bar Rescue" did nothing to instil the need for a cafe to serve food. Well, not entirely true, one off duty bartender did arrive, drink a bit and using the last hamburger bun, cooked himself a burger. As for myself; alone, I took  ride to the "Pizza Lady" and ordered a large Soupy Grinder to go.