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Friday, October 15, 2010

The Philadelphia Trip -


The Food Part III: Dinners




We were treated to some wonderful


foods while in the Philadelphia area.













As part of our bus tour


we stopped at




on the Old Lancaster Turnpike in Malvern, Pennsylvania.









This inne was built in 1745 and was originally called



The Admiral Vernon and was owned by


the grandson of William Penn.




Admiral Vernon is most famous for


his culinary invention.




He watered down the daily


rations of rum for the seamen


and named it Grog.


He added lemon and lime juices to it


and the men no longer suffered from scurvy.




Mt. Vernon, George Washington's home,


was named after him.




In 1758, the inne was renamed


The Admiral Warren after Admiral Peter Warren.




In 1825, the inne was once again renamed.



This time to take away the stigma of British ties.


The Admiral Warren was renamed the General Warren,


to honor Dr. General Joseph Warren,


who was killed in action at Bunker Hill in 1775.




Later the hotel became a private residence and


remained so until the early Twentieth Century,


when it once again opened as an inne.




In the 1980's the current owners purchased the


property and have worked to restore the inne


to its former glory.




There are now eight suites with private bathrooms,


where before there were fifteen rooms


with communal bathrooms.




One of the owners was kind


enough to spend the time to tell us the history


of this wonderful inne.



That is customer service.
















This was our specially selected menu.



















The general menu of the day.





















Please forgive the poor photography.


The lighting was low and I did not wish to disturb


my fellow tour members by using the flash.





We had bread with real butter.

I always appreciate real butter.

Real butter means you care.




The General Warren House Salad


with mixed greens, tomatoes, English cucumber,


julienne carrots


and Italian red wine vinaigrette.







I chose the Classic Grilled Filet Mignon


with black pepper and zinfandel sauce.




Asparagus spears and mashed potatoes


accompanied the meat.

The filet was cooked rare, as I asked.




It was tender.


It was flavorful.


It was melt-in-your-mouth-delicious.



This is how filet mignon should be.








My husband ordered the cheesecake for dessert.





I had the chocolate mousse cake with raspberry glaze.




This was one of the best meals we had on our trip.














We learned that one of our waitresses



was also one of the newest waitresses at the inne.


She had only been there five years.


As the restaurant business tends to be an


industry of high turn-overs,


I would say that this speaks highly of the management



of the inne.







Even in these tough economic times




people don't stay in bad work places if they can help it.












Our group waits for the bus to pick us up after dinner.



On Sunday evening my husband and I were on our own.












I was hoping to go to Eric Ripert's new restaurant,


10 Arts in the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in downtown Philadelphia.





Alas and alack, 10 Arts is not open on Sunday evenings.








Curses.


As I could not readily find other restaurants




online within walking distance of the Downtown Marriott


and the Academy of Music I reluctantly opted to




make a reservation at a chain restaurant.



However, we have had great luck at this chain before,


so we felt all right in going with this restaurant.




Thus, I made reservations



at McCormick and Schmick's.




McCormick and Schmick's is a high-end



seafood restaurant chain.















This night my husband ordered the
Fettuccine with Bay Scallops, Shrimp and Garlic Alfredo Sauce.







He thought it was excellent.





I thought it needed more color.






I ordered the Grilled Lobster and Shellfish Brochette


with Lobster Tail, Shrimp and Scallop, grilled



and served over Couscous.






I have to say that the scallop was the most perfectly


cooked scallop I have ever had in my life.





All scallops should wish to attain this culinary perfection.





It was almost buttery in texture



and I think I saw a bright white light for just a moment there.





That being said,


this dish could have been even better if the


lobster, scallop and shrimp were not all on the same



skewer.


Can you guess why?





That's all right. I'll give you a moment to figure it out.





Yep, you got it.






They all cook at different rates.






When one was done, another was overdone or underdone.







In this case,




only the scallop was cooked perfectly.



Both the shrimp and the lobster tail were slightly



(and I mean just slightly) overcooked.


Now, slightly overcooked doesn't sound


like a big deal.



And it usually isn't, except when it comes


to seafood.



And then it is a big deal.





The couscous was all right, but a bit mushy.





I do think that rice would have brought


more flavor and texture to the table.





In the end,


this was a nice meal but not especially memorable.


What was memorable was when we got up to leave,


only to be stopped by an older gentlemen who was seated


nearby.





It turned out that he recognized that my husband was



a 33rd degree candidate



and as this gentleman and the members



of his table were members of the


Pennsylvania Scottish Rite,



they felt the need to make us feel welcome.






Thus, we had do to around and shake every one's hand





at their table (all eighteen or so of them) before we could leave.





Never let it be said that Philadelphians are not friendly.











On Monday evening we arrived at the restaurant that


the Indiana class president had suggested.





May I present the Moshulu?







The Moshulu is the largest four-masted sailing ship

still afloat.













She was launched in 1904 and has been involved



in a couple of notable wars





(being captured by the Germans in one





and the Americans in another).


She has been around Cape Horn 54 times in her




storied career and has carried various cargo items.

In 1968, the Moshulu was purchased and retrofitted


for use as a restaurant.

In 1974, she was towed to Philadelphia


where she was opened as a boat restaurant on


Penn's Landing until she was damaged by fire in 1989.







In 1994, the Moshulu was sold and restored in the




style of a turn-of-the-century luxury liner.












Another gentleman and I kept walking backwards


across the parking lot,





trying to get the entire ship in our camera frames.





We joked that we would have to go back to Ohio


in order to get a good picture.
























Looking up the Delaware River.










Looking across towards the New Jersey shore at the



battleship USS New Jersey.






The class president recounted how when his



army group was hunkered down in Viet Nam



and they called for air support,



the New Jersey let loose her massive guns



- from twenty miles out at sea, thus saving their lives.













Our group relaxes on deck before dinner.








We quickly learned that there is no such


thing as a level surface on a sailing ship.








Tall masts.











On the upper deck.







One of our appetizers was a California sushi.




I have to admit that I have tried this type of sushi before


and have never liked it.




I have to believe now that it was never
before prepared properly.




This was sublime.




The rice was slightly sweet.


The nori was not overpowering and repugnant


as I have found it to be in the past,


and the wasabi paste was a nice counterpoint to the other


more subtle flavors.




I could eat this every day of my life.










The second appetizer was a deconstructed


insalata caprese.




A halved grape cherry,


a cube of Parmigiano-reggiano


and a drizzle of really, really good


balsamic vinegar.




Need I say more?








This was our special menu for the evening.







Remember that I said that this ship wasn't level?




The ceiling may look level,


but the floor is anything but.




I was seated at the high side of the table


and had hung my purse at the table.


It hit the floor.




I guess that this ship was built so that it would be level


when loaded with cargo?


I don't know.

That's all I've got.











The salad was mixed greens with


grape tomatoes, English cucumber, sliced radish,


garlic croutons and balsamic vinaigrette.




I decided that some of the ingredients were hiding on my plate.







Our entrees arrived:


center cut filet mignon and grilled jumbo shrimp


with merlot demi.

Mashed potatoes and asparagus accompany.






Finally,




Flourless chocolate torte with red wine cherries


and vanilla chantilly cream.


Yep, this was good.




And I'm pretty sure that this fulfilled


yet another bucket list item that I didn't even know that I had.







While we were in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania,


we dined at the Historic Dobbin House Restaurant & Tavern.







Click on the picture and read the adverts for the haunted


tours of Gettysburg.













The Dobbin House Tavern dates back to 1776.























What is this?




Why it's President Abraham Lincoln


greeting his guests.







Funny, I always thought that


President Lincoln was much taller.












The old bars actually had bars that came down


to protect the liquor from vandals and vagrants.





The house salad with its slightly sweet and saucy dressing.










There were a couple of types of bread this day to choose from.




I chose this kind.




I loved this kind.




I want this kind.




Spicy, sweet, tart.




Everything nice.


Ain't love grand?




At the beginning of our tour we were asked our preferences


for our dinner for this meal.




I chose the prime rib.


I asked for it to be cooked to medium-rare.


It came with steamed veggies and a baked potato.









My husband requested the salmon.







When dessert time came around


I decided that I had had enough desserts after five days,


so I passed.




Have I mentioned that I am not a sweets person?




My husband accepted the chocolate cake.




After our dinner,


President Lincoln spoke to us about his childhood


and his ascent to the presidency.












President Lincoln is a soft-spoken man,



who was largely self-taught.



Actually, this gentleman is a school teacher who



has studied Abraham Lincoln extensively.




It was an interesting history lesson.




This gentleman is Lew, our tour guide extradinaire.



Lew made a nice trip into a memorable trip.






The original inn.
We had some wonderful food on our trip
with some wonderful people.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

A Capital Evening


Yesterday my husband and I were in Indianapolis (or Indy) to watch the Bloomington High School South football team play at the home of the Indianapolis Colts, Lucas Oil Stadium. But more on that in a later blog post.


First, we had to officially celebrate my dear husband's nomination to receive the 33rd degree of Scottish Rite Free Masonry.


So I made reservations for two at McCormick and Schmick's in downtown Indy.





That was the easy part. Then we had to drive up there and find a place to park, some where between the stadium and the restaurant and then walk to the restaurant before our reserved time. Oh, and as it happened, this was also the weekend of the MotoGP race at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway (IMS) this weekend, so motorcycles of all sorts were cruising or racing through the streets of downtown.



The web site assures us that each restaurant is individually tailored and decorated to suit the tastes of the locale. Since this is the only one I have ever visited (and this is my first visit) I wouldn't know. Guess I'm just a rube.



The friendly waiter informed us that the menu is printed each day according to what is available. At the end of the meal I asked for a copy of the menu and he happily complied while cautioning me that the next time the menu would be quite different. That's okay. I think I grasp the concept.


After some thought, I finally ordered an 8 oz. glass of Chateau Ste. Michelle Riesling, Washington.




My husband ordered a Whiskey Sour.




After perusing the daily menu, we both opted to start with a garden salad in an edible salad bowl. I ordered balsamic vinaigrette while my husband had bleu cheese dressing with his.





A hunk of freshly baked bread also arrived at the table.





Then our entrees arrived. I had ordered Maine Lobster from Boothbay Harbor, Maine. It's always nice to know where my food comes from. *Wink, wink*


At any rate, I chose to have the Caribbean Pan roasted Lobster Tail with Tropical Rice Pilaf. This also came with two skewers of pineapple (hush, I didn't think they were Caribbean either), red onion and green peppers. This was very good and somewhat spicy. Am I complaining? Nah. I can live with this kind of heat.




My husband ordered the Atlantic Salmon from Nova Scotia, Canada. This salmon was stuffed with Crab, Oregon Bay Shrimp and Brie and was oven roasted and finished with a lemon butter. Mashed potatoes and sauteed vegetables rounded out the plating.




Hm, the bill reminds me why we only do something like this once in a blue moon. Oh well, how often does one's husband get nominated for such a high honor?


Well, we dilly-dallied long enough and it was time to head down to the stadium. That didn't mean we couldn't enjoy the sights along the way, though.






Ladies and Gentlemen, please observe this fine edifice before you. This is the current home of the Indiana state government.




Mr. Morton was an important person. Why? I don't know. Perhaps if I had edited these pictures inside rather than out on my deck I would know, but hey. Outside won. So some things will remain a mystery (at least until I go back inside and look at my pictures or do some research).





Maybe you'll have more luck than I and can read this inscription. And by the way, I apologized to the wedding party who were standing around while waiting for the photographer for making them move so that I could take this picture. But I did tell them that they looked nice. That has to count for something, right?





I'm guessing that the Civil War figures in here somehow?





Seems likely.






One of the things I have always found interesting is that both Ohio (where my husband and I are originally from) and Indiana were settled from the south up; meaning that the settlers came from the Ohio river and moved north into the territory. Thus, Indiana's first capital was originally in the southern part of the state before it was moved to its current central location.




Don't you just love government buildings and their monuments?



Let's see what this one is, shall we?





Lady with a book. Check.




Lady with a sword. Check.


Don't mess with her.





Ah, now we get to the heart of the matter.




Aha.




Gotcha, got to give credit where credit is due.





Yep.


What, me irreverent? Or is that irrelevant?





A tree. Why a tree? Because a tree. That's why a tree.



A solemn moment.



The south side of the Capitol building.



George, George, king of the jungle. Oops, wrong George. My bad.



Some important and life-changing inscription.





There's that Masonic emblem again. Hm, didn't that have something to do with why my husband and I were out celebrating earlier?




Wow, and another inscription. Too bad I can't read any of these out here on my deck. Alas and alack. Yeah, right.



And we're walking. Across a busy intersection in downtown Indy and I'm taking pictures. But that's just me.* Got to love that huge structure that straddles an entire intersection, though.
*Do as I say and not as I do, kiddies. I am a professional stunt blogger.
Next post: the big game at Lucas Oil Stadium