The motel restaurant was closed for the winter. The rooms
were surprisingly basic given the capital value of the pleasure
craft and the bluefin tuna fishing vessels moored or lifted out of
the water around it. The night watchman and the desk clerk discussed
the options briefly and pronounced that the only place I
could get a square meal at that hour was at Franklins on Main
Franklins turned out to be the best place in town. It had a
smallish facade. Behind there was the sound of a modern jazz
duet being sung. It was dark inside, which was off-putting, but
after the achingly hip and rather disinterested staff had cleared
a table and produced a menu, I realized this place was hot, at
least as hot as Gloucester got. On the wine list were some of the
finer New Zealand whites and the best California pinot noirs.
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