Meet the MOH!

Guys, isn't she lovely?


Her name is Ashleigh Zimmerman. She's on the left. The grinning man on her right gets to be married to her. His name is Mohammed AbuJayyab. But we call him Mo. You might be able to as well, if you play your cards right.

There are lots of reasons that Ashleigh is my Maid of Honor. One is that she's one of my oldest friends. Another is that she is a fierce advocate for the best in people and, as your friend, will never, ever let you settle for anything less than being completely true to yourself and the things you most believe in. Also, she rear-ended a fire truck once.


Here are some things you should talk to Ashleigh about, that you may not know (she may also be too humble/embarrassed to mention these things herself, which is what I'm here for):

• She works for a non-profit called Seeds of Peace, which works toward Palestinian/Israeli understanding through youth programs, including a summer camp in Maine.
• Ashleigh is not Jewish. I know, Zimmerman, right??
• She was recently asked to speak at the UN. If you ask her about this, she will make it sound like a much smaller deal than it was.
  
• She likes to dip french fries in Ranch dressing.
• She thinks she was in a cult once.
• Our Sophomore year geometry teacher called us 'urchins' once in class. This motivated Ashleigh to do better. It motivated me to call this woman as many names as I could without getting expelled. This is why my dad once told me that I could "learn a lot from Ashleigh's work ethic." As with most things, he was right - and I did.

(I have no idea whose baby this is - I don't think she stole it.)

There you have it. A primer on our lovely, intelligent, phonically challenged Maid of Honor. I love her like crazy. I know you will too.

I'm Hungry. What Do We Eat Here? (Vol. II)

Let's talk more about food!

For those who don't know, one town north of Truro lies Provincetown. North of Provincetown? The end of the earth. See what I mean?


There are lots of great things about Provincetown. Beautiful beaches, lots of fun places to shop, delicious things to eat and there are the men. Oh the men. Ladies and gentlemen who are not of this particular persuasion, please allow those of us gentlemen and ladies who are a moment to indulge.


There's something for everyone, folks!

Anyway, food. Say you spend the day in Provincetown and get hungry. Because you are human. And we like to eat.

Breakfast.

The Post Office Cafe is a delightful place for breakfast or brunch situated conveniently under a cabaret.


I have definitely had a medicinal mimosa here a time or two. They make great omelets, have an interesting menu of options and your server is sure to be extra witty as he or she prepares for the cabaret show that evening.

After strolling down Commercial Street, popping into the t-shirt shops (for heaven's sake do NOT buy that Irish Yoga t-shirt for $30, trust me) and taking in the sights, you're probably hungry again, right? Is it just me?

Snack.

The Provincetown Portuguese Bakery.


To quote one Yelper: "Oh. My. EFFING. God. Malassadas." A malassada is a hulking chunk of fried dough that is sort of like a french toast donut. Highly recommended piping hot out of the fryer. And don't stop there. They have a case full of sweet and savory delicacies.

After you've sifted through the Army/Navy Store, you're likely getting thirsty. Just a few minutes in the other direction, you'll find The Pig. A great, divey place for a cheap beer and some curry fries.


Now. Sit on the beach for about an hour. Or, if you're crazy like that, fly a kite! Get hungry again. Because you have dinner reservations.

Dinner.

One option: Ciro & Sal's. Guys, I won't lie to you. Ciro & Sal, post breaking up, have had some tough times at their eponymous restaurant. I'm told that it was once a Provincetown institution. A gem that could be counted on time and time again for a delicious, homey, Italian experience. When I went there, the food was totally fine, but nothing I would jump up and down about. But sometimes, you just want to eat some pasta in a dark, cozy, really cool basement with cheese-graters for light fixtures. Because sometimes, just sometimes, you feel like history, atmosphere and a good story are worth a slightly unspectacular rigatoni. If this is how you feel, go to Ciro & Sal's.


If that is not how you feel, go to Devon's.

I repeat. Go to Devon's.


Be prepared to wait a few minutes (no sweat, the shops next door are practically BEGGING you to walk into them). We went with a reservation and still had to wait a cool 15 minutes for a table. It's worth it. I once ate a pork chop here the size of my head that was improbably juicy and tender, paired with perfectly ripe peaches seared white hot on a sizzling grill. I hear they also do brunch (for those of you who like that kind of thing). Like lots of the restaurants in P-Town, it's a little pricier than most places on the Cape, but you really get what you pay for. Lovely water views, sweet and knowledgeable service, great food and an open kitchen to watch and enjoy.

Are you hungry yet? Go! Go!


Post Office Cafe & Cabaret
303 Commercial St
Provincetown, MA 02657
(508) 487-3892

Provincetown Portuguese Bakery
299 Commercial Street
Provincetown, MA 02657-2202
(508) 487-1803

The Squealing Pig
335 Commercial Street
Provincetown, MA 02657
(508) 487-5804

Ciro & Sal's (which might just be called Sal's place now)
4 Kiley Court
Provincetown, MA 02657-2435
(508) 487-6444

Devon's
401 1/2 Commercial Street
Provincetown, MA 02657