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You know, I just knew the minute we bought a house, people from back east would start showing up.  This last week, our friend and H's coworker, Steve E., was in town, travelling for business, and we were lucky enough to coordinate schedules to have dinner (and beer) with him Wednesday and Thursday nights.  We went to Squatter's (where Steve reported that the mac & cheese with sausage was quite tasty) and to Fiddler's Elbow (where the pasta fagioli was yummy, if perhaps slightly over-intense on the seasonings).

It was delightful to see him (well, H probably wouldn't use the word "delightful" but I was thrilled to have someone besides H and B to talk to), to catch up on his family and the folks back east, and fun to play local for someone from away.  We promised him that next time he was in town, we'd even have the house cleaned up enough to have a beer there.