The Brougham seemed to be behaving after a week of struggles. Suddenly, in Maine, she began to run cooler and even the generator seems to be charging again. Did she heal herself? Who knows.
Today I decided to make tracks for Vermont, barnstorming New Hampshire with a short stop at the State Capital. It is indeed beautiful, with a lovely gold dome and lush plantings. Built in 1818, it’s as sturdy as the granite state itself.
If you visit (and especially if you’re running for president), a stop at The Barley House Restaurant & Tavern, which is across the street. It’s a casual tavern-like spot, but boasts one of the best hamburgers I’ve ever tasted. Truly. What a find.
I ordered the “Dublin Burger,” which came with a peppercorn sauce, fried onions, cheese, and sweet potato fries. Man. I ate the entire thing. Hoovered it down to the last peppercorn. Then I waddled out to the car and bid adieu to New Hampshire.