This ain't no disco; It ain't no country club either

After hours (20 minutes) of wandering, Lizzie and I stopped at the Paragon Grill (wonder where they got that name from) to eat delicious fried food, except Lizzie got a salad like a salad-eating jerk.  I, on the other hand, had a clam roll, which had a weird little fried thing in it I called "the Bacon Bear."  (See picture below.  Also, a macro lens is really good for seeing what winter dry skin looks like.  Enjoy!)  I obviously could not eat the bacon bear, so I made him a nice nest in the coleslaw. 

We ate in the lounge, and therefore enjoyed the finest of people watching. There was a creeper who was making the rounds ogling the ladies, and I saw him grab one of the female servers around the waist.  He went outside at one point, threw two stones into his truck bed and drove away, only to return 10 minutes later to continue his patrols.  His truck had a dead wreath on the front, and we were delighted to see he left his lights on, so hopefully when he returns from his creeping, his battery will be as dead as the wreath.  HOPE YOU LIKE BEING INCONVENIENCED, CREEP!
 
 We could see out to the ocean from our table, and kept a weary eye on two surfers who were braving the 38 degree water temperatures to catch the sad waves that Nantasket has to offer.  They were pretty far out (to sea, that is) and Lizzie and I were afraid they would drown while we were distracted by our food.  Also outside was scary smoking lady (TM) who would pass by in your direct field of vision when you least expected her, and bench staring guy (TM) who stared, not at the water, but at a bench in front of the water.  Bench, you looking good.  Oh!  There was a model of the old coaster at Paragon park in the grill's lobby, and several people went by and stared at it by pressing their face directly to the glass containing it.  Nantasket beach: where staring means caring.