My mom likes, as she will say, "a happening place." She generally prefers noise and activity. My dad, however, did not. The Chart Room is loud. And if you don't get a table on the outdoor covered porch, forget hearing any conversation. My dad was not an unreasonable man.
Jean comes down for the day, and after a beach-perfect day (this one a ten), we get ready for dinner. My mom has secured a coveted reservation on the porch, and has confirmed that baked stuff lobster is on tonight's menu (I think it always is).
We arrive around 6:30 and the sun has not yet begun to set. But still, it's a a beautiful setting. I doubt I've ever been to The Chart Room where you are seated right away, so we wait outside and enjoy the view. it's part of the restaurant's charm.
Dinner is perfect. Lobster is one of my favorite foods, despite the difficulty in eating it. But The Chart Room serves its lobster without claws. They've already been cracked and re-stuffed into the body of the lobster. It's easy to eat, filling, and always cooked perfectly. Never overdone.
Before leaving, we take a picture as the sun sets over Red Brook Harbor. The sky is so beautiful it almost doesn't look real.
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