I would like to begin with The Landing Zone.
The Landing Zone is an opportune little restaurant next to the much-disputed tiny airport of the quaint little ville of Harwinton, Connecticut. After a sweatily successful bike race of my brother-in-law's last weekend, a group of us misplaced 20-something Connecticut natives/residents pulled in to the harsh gravel parking lot of The Landing Zone, mainly because we couldn't find anywhere else to go in the other three fine towns we had driven through.
An offensive noise greeted us at the screen door, and we stayed because it didn't follow us inside. We waited by the "Don't Seat Yourselves!" signs for quite a while while the owner/chef took a shot of tequila with one of his customers at the bar.
You may know that over the last year I've become a devout fan of Gordon Ramsey, and especially his show "Kitchen Nightmares." I actually wouldn't even want to know what he would have to say about the dirty tables and the excessive, sticky menus of the Landing Zone.
I also had the chance to experience health care at its finest at the Walk-In Clinic of Torrington.
And last night I saw none other than Miss Britney Spears, power-walking right by me before her big show at the Mohegan Sun Casino.
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