We weren’t sure exactly where we were headed other than somewhere for lunch. We figured we would know it when we see it. We headed back through Old Town.

We ended up at a place I think called Masters of Beer. I’m honestly not exactly sure how or who picked this place. Admittedly I didn’t offer an opinion because it felt too difficult in the moment to decide and I figured I could find something to eat anywhere.

I wasn’t expecting moose meat, venison or duck leg confit so onion rings and chicken nuggets for the win. Jake went more upscale with salmon and almost everyone else did salads. I was the only one with the child like menu.