Chapter 10: Sea FareAccording to Edgar, the only visible difference between Sea Fare and the gray-shingled, red-shuttered, white-trimmed restaurant it had replaced was the carved wooden swordfish on the side of the building. He and Lydia were welcomed by a smiling hostess who ushered them to a booth in the bar room. Sorry, no, she couldn't seat them on the porch. For a waterfront table, a reservation was required.
Lydia stifled an impulse to ask if that meant Wampanoags got first dibs.
They ordered gin-and-tonics. "Have you been to the Wampanoag Museum in Mashpee?" she asked Edgar.
"Not in donkey's years." He peered at the menu. "Hmm, really? Scallops scallopini?"
"What's it like?"
"Much as you'd expect. Lemon juice, mushrooms . . . "
"The museum?"
"Oh." Looking up over the rims of
