Good things are found in strange packages in strange places. There is a restaurant called Lee and Mt. Fuji in Keene, New Hampshire. It is located in a ramshackle old New England house, on the side of the highway on the outskirts of town. There is a roaring fire in the middle of the restaurant. The walls are stencilled tole-painting style. There is Mozart playing in the background. The washrooms are grotty. The staff is average. And they serve the best tasting, most interestingly presented Chinese and Japanese food I’ve ever had — including an overly complete selection of sushi. Thursday we’ve plans to go back to Martino’s — a great Italian place where we ate a couple of years ago — right in Keene; stay tuned for a full report.