It’s no joke and it doesn’t rhyme with it, either: Groton’s Pokémoto is fresh and delicious
10 Jul 2023
It probably doesn’t do a lot for my job insurance when, as a food writer, I acknowledge that a lot of trends in cuisine float past me like Tom Sawyer’s raft while I doze on the bank with my hound dog, a fine beast I’ve taught to hum Randy Newman songs.
Please note the summery imagery of the above paragraph for, indeed, it IS summer, and it’s starting to warm up. Given that we don’t have central AC in Stately Koster Manor, a slight sense of discomfort is creeping in.
It was in that context that my wife Eileen had an interesting suggestion.
“Why don’t we go to Pokémoto for dinner?”