I’ve got a new good reason to visit Providence (the other two reasons being my daughters), which  is a restaurant alluringly called The Duck and Bunny (A Snuggery). I have no idea what a snuggery is (and neither does my my computer) but in this case it’s definitely an onomatopoeia.

This cute ‘n cozy spot offers myriad varieties of cupcakes, including regulars like Red Velvet and Carrot as well as daily specials. (Although I went with the R.V., I was tempted by the Flourless Double Chocolate Raspberry.). They also serve crepes, from the simple Jack and Abby (lemon and sugar) to the more complex Ultimate New York System (wieners, meat sauce, onion, mustard and celery salt).

But to me the most intriguing menu item (under the heading, Eclectic Fare) was The Full Elvis. This sandwich on sweet Portugese bread is stuffed with peanut butter, bananas, honey, bacon, a fried egg and marshmallow fluff. My daughter’s friend Lee ate one of these once, at a moment when his eyes were  bigger than his stomach. He says that after a few bites, he felt a coma coming on, so he set the sandwich aside in the interest of staying conscious. In spite of Lee’s caveat, I would have ordered The F.E. if I had not already sucked  down that R.V.

Anyway, if you happen to be in Providence, get thee to a snuggery.

P.S. Ya think if Elvis had eaten fewer of his namesake sandwiches he would have upgraded his life span? Food for thought…

It’s almost Halloween; it’s scary movie season. Recently I was asked to name the scariest movie that I’d ever seen. The answer was a no-brainer. It was the first movie I ever saw, at age five, and it still haunts me: The Wizard Of Oz.

Now, some of you may think that, on the scare-o-meter, TWOO is not in a league with, say, Saw 3 or Psycho, or that one about the hairy strangler with bad teeth. But I beg to differ. I mean, first, there’s the traumatizing dognapping scene, followed by that house-spinning tornado, which, if you lived in the Midwest as I did, triggered pants-wetting fears of natural disaster, like earthquake movies do in L.A..

Then, as you know, upon her arrival in the merry old land, Dorothy is threatened by horrors too numerous to list here, but, suffice it to say, lions and tigers and bears are the least of her problems. (High on my personal list of scariest beings—just above Glenn Beck—are those damn flying monkeys.) There’s no place like home? Ya think?

So if you’re looking for a good cinematic scare, forget The Chainsaw Massacre or Suspiria or Meet President Palin. For a real fright night, take a re-look at TWOO my friends. It took weeks for my nails to grow back after that one.

P.S. Leave a comment:  What’s the scariest movie YOU’VE ever seen?