Monday, July 18, 2016

fine dining

I don't spend enough time with M.

She lives in Boston and I live in NY. But we speak multiple times daily so I never really feel her absence. But seeing her is always better than not. And I haven't seen her since last November, and then only briefly.

She and Tobey (her husband) have rented a spectacular home for the second year in a row, only a five-minute drive from my mom's. She's here for the month. During the day, we hang out at Wild Harbor Beach. Floating, swimming, talking, eating, and of course reading on our Kindles. Right now we are both reading (and liking) Before the Fall by Noah Hawley. 

M and Tobey invite my mom and me to dinner and ask us to pick the place. "Somewhere nice," is the criterion we're given.  We chose the recently-opened Cape Grille.  Word on the beach has been positive. My mom knows no one who has gone there yet and has had a bad meal; this is unusual. Typically in deciding where to eat (other than Crabapples or The Chart Room) there is always someone who will never go there again after last time.

The restaurant is quiet and lovely and understated. No loud cheering Red Sox fans anywhere. The chef used to be at The Glass Onion, one of the Cape's nicest restaurants (I've never been). He is known to be adventurous in his culinary choices.

Before eating, everyone humors me and poses for some pictures.











The generous drink-sizes and excellent bread basket are good indicators of the food to follow.


The caprese salad (burrata and heirloom tomatoes) is outstanding. As is my 18 ounce coffee-crusted bone-in Delmonico with spiced bourbon reduction (half of which will be eaten tomorrow).



My mom's salmon, M's cod, and Tobey's filet are also excellent, and beautifully presented. This isn't your typical Cape fare.









The two desserts we split are more than enough for everyone. 

The great food is only surpassed by the great company.

If I stay on the Cape much longer, none of my clothes will fit when I get home.

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