Mother’s Day was an absolutely lovely affair. Given the unexpected drop in temperature and strong winds, I had the company of many people and the rest of the restaurant was quite busy too. Flowers, chocolates, and cookies were scattered about the restaurant, the latter two as little nibbles that children readily enjoyed, and the whole place had calm, warm feel to it. A pianist graced the air with wonderful songs, and the happy chatter of families joined it.
One of my favorite things was seeing families arrive with babies. They varied in age, but no matter how old they were, they were absolutely adorable. Some young children also came in. I was very impressed with all of their behavior. The children, young and old alike, let their parents enjoy the meal in relative peace. And the politely chirped pleases and thank yous were darling. There are few things more charming than well behaved children, and on Mother’s Day, it seemed like an extra gift.
The day itself began with a mimosa and the specialty Bloody Mary. As the ticket came up behind the bar, more people arrived, and a flourish of activity began. The lobster and artichoke heart bisque was a huge hit. So much so that a second batch was made in the afternoon, and it almost ran out! I heard whispers at the end of the night that it had been very popular with the servers as well. The other specialty soup, the lump crab and potato leek, was also very well received.
But my favorite moment was when desserts arrived. There were so many to choose from: pecan pie, lemon meringue pie, banana cream pie, bread pudding, chocolate mousse with a touch of amaretto and kahlua, warm strawberry crumble, carrot cake, and chocolate peanut butter torte. They looked fabulous and smelled delicious. I overheard one mother talk about the chocolate mousse. Though not typically a fan of alcohol flavoring, she adored the additions to the house chocolate mousse. The server happened to be a huge fan of that dessert as well and shared a secret: if you drink a ruby red port, like the Sandeman Ruby Porto, with the chocolate mousse, it tastes like raspberries.
As the day came to an end, many smiles adorned the faces of those departing. Hopefully next year will be as enjoyable as this year was.













