Cup O' Joe

Jeremy and I have developed little bit of a tradition. On Sunday evenings we have taken to walking a block and a half to Joe's Cafe where they serve crunchy pizzas, mountains of spaghetti and meatballs, and the best mussels in red sauce around. Joe's is haven for the rotund and red-faced locals of Northampton who take over the bar for the entire evening and laugh loudly at their own jokes. Last night I witnessed one of these creatures order something for his equally rotund wife that she insisted she did not want. Chivalry, I bet he would claim. Assholery, I say. But what could I do? I could do nothing because I want to go back next week and get my mussels. (They also put pepperoni on salad! Incroyable!)