A little before three this afternoon, my brother and I pulled up to a small motel called "The Heritage". It is here that we will be staying for the next two days. The establishment is right on the main strip, a long road named Canada Street.
As we got situated and settled, I promptly tried out the bed in my section of our cabin. I found it to be comfortable; not too soft, but not too firm either. A bed such as this is more than suitable for reading, listening to music, or simply "crashing".
It's been a hot day in Lake George; a quick glance at area weather shows that the temperature reached upwards of ninety degrees Fahrenheit (nearby Canada uses the Celsius scale and metric system; we don't).
Nevertheless, the street outside of the motel beckoned me. I had to go see what it could offer.
For the hungry adventurer, there are many places on Canada Street where they may satisfy their appetite. One of these happens to be a restaurant called "Giuseppe's". Knowing from past experiences that it is a go-to spot for Italian cuisine, my brother and myself decided to have an early dinner there.
The indoor patio of Giuseppe's proved a welcome respite from the summer heat. Years ago, the restaurant had a second deck upstairs, overlooking the lake. Apparently, this is no longer the case, likely due in part to the presence of a large hotel that had been built next door.
As for the food, it was delicious; just as I had remembered it. My brother dined on a Southwestern Burger, along with - broccoli?! - on the side. I chose to order - well, what else? - a Sicilian pizza, which I happily munched on forthwith.
After paying the tab at Giuseppe's, we walked a short distance to another of my favorite attractions; Playland Arcade. The place is packed with fun and games, including a photo booth, various ticket-based machines, and a shooting gallery (you heard that right; actual guns, or at least reasonable imitations).
I must've been doing something right, because I managed to win over seven hundred tickets through numerous games. Even so, that wasn't quite enough to land me one of the big prizes exhibited behind the redemption counter. I'll save my tickets, and head back to the arcade tomorrow.
Exiting the arcade, my brother and I chose to make our last stop at a place aptly named "Scoop's Ice Cream Parlor".
(I say "aptly named" because my brother frequently answers to the nickname of "Scoop")
The eatery has a long history in Lake George. It began as a soda fountain in the early 1970s, under a different name (at the moment, I cannot recall what that name was). The last time that I was in the area, the shop featured its own candy for sale, which you could watch being made by hand before your eyes. It no longer appears that this part of the parlor exists, but you can still sit at the counter, and enjoy an ice cream or refreshing milkshake.
So far, my brother and I have enjoyed this welcome trip. Our first day in Lake George featured great food, fun games, and even a short jaunt to a most memorable ice cream parlor. Not too bad for the first time in twenty years, I'd say.
Tomorrow, we will venture off to the lake proper, as well as get in a game or two of mini-golf.
But first, sleep.
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