Last night's fried chicken was put off until tonight. Der B wanted a burger and french fries, and as much to talk about frustrating daughter and family, so we went downtown to the Purple Parrot.
His burger was OK, but the fries... let's just say that he'll be getting fries two nights in a row, since I was already planning on doing fries with the chicken.
When we first moved to Rehoboth Beach, the Purple Parrot was a fairly decent, inexpensive restaurant and bar. The family friendly restaurant was downstairs, the more "alternative" bar upstairs. Two summers ago they changed locations, to a place closer to the beach. No upstairs. And the bar is no longer as alternative. And the restaurant is no longer as fun. And the food is no longer quite as good.
That's how things go, I guess.
They've probably switched to a botched Ranch dressing for dipping things into, too. We didn't explore that much of the menu.
