Death by Fried Food

The next morning we left early for a cruise to Belhaven.  It was a cute town, and the mini marina was at a lovely old mansion.  The people were amazingly friendly.  When we walked into town for lunch and stopped at an antiques store to ask for lunch suggestions, the owner of the shop offered to let us drive her Prius so we could go a little further out of town.  So nice!  We declined of course but the decision led to a terrible lunch.  The only place open was the one place that the dock master had told us he would not recommend ironically called Farm Boys.  Everything on the menu was fried. We foolishly ate heartily, then felt sick all day. I thought I would never eat again.  

But of course, dinner approached and we took the marina loaner golf cart and headed to Spoon River, a farm-to-fork style restaurant situated just steps away from the Pungo River, leading to the Pamlico Sound, in an area known as North Carolina's Inner Banks.  It is said people come from all ends of the state to eat there.  It was super cool and a wholesomely good meal.

Back on the boat, it was a few games of Rummikub and then to bed.