There’s a little restaurant in an old house on a sidestreet in town (Rockland, Maine, USA) called Cafe Miranda. The staff is friendly, the setting intimate, and the appetizer a basket of hot bread fresh from a brick oven. Its ample menu features such entries as “Quasi-Cassoulet” and “Gentle Sole.”
It’s among my favorite local places to dine out. But the menu got photocopied once too often, and Cindy’s personable handlettering got faded and broken. So I took matters into my own hands. And here’s what I delivered to the newly computerized folks at the little restaurant on Oak Street.
You, too, can travel in rather heavy felt-tip style.