Well, tomorrow I turn the big 3-0. So my BF and I went away to our favorite town for the last night of my 20’s. We are staying at a B & B built in 1810.
We had afternoon cocktails at a bar called Greenhouse. A Chocolate Peanut Butter Old Fashioned for me, a Strawberry Black Pepper Margarita for him.
We then went back to our room to wait out a rather large thunderstorm. It finally cleared and we walked to dinner. Key word: walked!
Dinner was at a long running establishment called Martine’s with a lovely view of the Delaware River. Drinks at the bar: he had beer and I had an Elderflower Gimlet.
For appetizers, we shared fried calamari with shishito and cherry peppers and duck confit eggrolls.
For entrees, BF had ricotta gnocchi with jumbo shrimp and I had filet au poivre, perfectly cooked medium rare. All around excellent!
We then returned back to the inn. A little after-dinner drink courtesy of the owner of this B & B. We are sitting on the porch while I was smoking a cigar and she comes over and asks if there is anything else we needed. I jokingly asked if there was any whiskey I could purchase and she said she would go to her bar and bring back a couple of bottles and I could leave her whatever amount I wanted (and also a Stella Artois for my BF). But that is beside the point. The hospitality at this place is unmatched versus anywhere I’ve ever been.