XKT And Rosie. Road Trip.

XKT and Rosie left the Outer Banks Monday morning about 9:15.

We enter the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. I have tunnelphobia.

I hate tunnels.

Lots of cargo ships.

We get to the Eastern Shore. Fisherman's Island.

I saw a bald eagle. And several nests. I don't think they were osprey nests. Osprey nest are rag-tag. The nests I saw were neat and collected. XKT believes these trees were killed during one of the recent hurricanes.

Princess Anne, Maryland. We stop for lunch. We stopped and asked a cop where to eat and he recommended a couple of places on the main drag. We stopped at one and the smell of pizza overwhelmed us. We were not in a pizza frame of mind. We went back to the car and a gentleman who'd been at the restaurant's outdoor table asked us if we were looking for a place to eat. He recommended this seafood restaurant, Beach To Bay Seafood. And he asked us who was the Mason, since XKT has a Mason sticker on her car. After giving the gentleman the secret Mason handshake, XKT thanked him for his suggestion, and we went on our merry way to Beach to Bay.

This looks like my kind of place.

Check out the extensive menu.

XKT had the jumbo lump crab cake. Full of jumbo lump crab meat. No shells and not much filler except for the crab. There was a flavor in there - an herb - that XKT couldn't place. But she loved her crab cake. Naturally, I'm having entree-envy.

When will I ever learn? Rosie, do NOT order the damn tuna steak. Cole slaw good. French fries extra crispy and delish. Tuna sucked. Over-cooked. Dry. Tough. It had obviously been marinated and I could taste a citrus flavor in it and something else. Just no tuna.

I had the Maryland Crab Soup. It was served at approximately 211 degrees. Not bad once I worked through the heat.

XKT had the New England Clam Chowder which was some of the best I've ever tasted.

I'm not sure what this was in my soup. I'm telling myself it was a big chunk of crab.

Here's a piece of XKT's crab cake. It's all crab.

And here's my "medium-rare" tuna. Wish I'd ordered fried. Fried anything. Note to Rosie: Stop ordering the damn grilled tuna since nobody can grill a proper tuna. Go with the fried. Please, don't let my experience with the tuna deter you from trying this place. The chowder is some of the best I've ever had. Just wish I'd ordered fried oysters. Or the clam strips. We talked with the owner and he's getting ready to mass-produce his soups and marinades under "Captain's Choice" label. They'll be in a WalMart (and other supermarkets) near you, very soon.

We made it to Kennett Square, PA., and a Hilton Garden for the night. My desk was right next to the AC and XKT had to take this picture of me watching Dancing With The Stars with my laptop and glass of wine as I assured her I was NOT cold. She wanted to get a picture of my pretzeled legs, which apparently were blue, but I had to draw the line somewhere.

Where to next? Longwood Gardens and Winterthur.