It was the day after the Fourth. It was a four-day weekend, a night between barbeques, and not too much to do.
After going into and coming home from work late, I was beckoned by the husband and teenage foodie daughter to hurry home for a brief road trip. Gettysburg for dinner was their destination of choice. So I hopped in the car and we sped off around 8:00 p.m.
We arrived in Gettysburg around dusk, as the last fading embers of the sun were gently retreating from the aged buildings.
We followed our directions to the Mexican restaurant along the railroad tracks, which we found had been converted to a pizza shop and then evidently closed for good.
Undeterred, we decided to walk through the back streets of the town and make our way to the Blue Parrot Bistro on Chambersburg Street near the square. I had been to the Blue Parrot about ten years ago, when we took our budding foodie daughter (then an elementary student) to an early New Year’s dinner with relatives. I had since been back but only once or so, but the food was always good and the atmosphere stylish and busy.
As a side-dish was a vibrant orange bell pepper salsa which was crunchy fresh and unabashedly shone with spicy flavors.
The cold poached salmon dabbed with a light creamy dressing was excellent. It was served on peppery arugula with a toasted quinoa patty, which looked and tasted like an upscale falafel.
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Mingled in with the tourists were Civil War re-enactors, and there were ladies in long puffy dresses with fans and bonnets quietly cruising past the shops. Occasionally I would see a Union or Confederate re-enactor walking past in full uniform, looking tired and downtrodden from the long day or quietly sitting on a building stoop to catch his breath.
There were people sitting out on porches exchanging stories and horses clopped through the streets carrying tourists in white carriages.
I went into the gift shop behind Mr. G’s, bought earrings, saw the slice of the Witness Tree and then sauntered across the street to eavesdrop on the ghost tour. I took a picture in the dark where the tour was facing to try to catch a spooky apparition with no luck.
We crossed over to the Farnsworth House, which was overflowing with ghost tour customers. here was an ice cream bar in the courtyard, and I spied a woman in a full costume dress and bonnet buy a strawberry smoothie.
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