But last night was almost an exception, it was that exciting. A young, local man who is not a chef got the idea, with a bunch of friends, that he wanted to serve a sophisticated, 8-course meal with wine pairings. Not just to his buddies but to a significant crowd. So they created a pop-up restaurant for one night in the Broad Cove Hall and invited people by word of mouth. They maxed out at 40 reservations within days.
I have to say, I went because I thought it was an interesting idea and wanted to support their initiative. I wasn’t expecting much. But they set the tone when we walked in the door to a charmingly decorated hall with candles, linen napkins tied with string a a spring of lavender, and bouquets of autumn berries set on four long trestle tables.
Then the food arrived and it was jaw-droppingly good. I mean lick your plate, what master chef did this guy learn from kind of good. But he’s self-taught – a carpenter in his regular life. All this yumminess was presented with great care and creativity on hand-made pine planks they crafted themselves and in old china tea cups. The wine choices were impeccable and they didn’t restrict themselves to wine, either – one course demanded beer and another, chartreuse with a mint leaf in soda water.
Five hours of feasting, drinking, yakking, and lots of laughter later, the guests were roaring their approval and giving the cooks a standing ovation. Wow.
All this in a place with a limited rural or small community population and not a whole lot going on – except immense creativity and quirky vision. The same place where Hell Bay Brewing began their craft beer enterprise before craft beer was a trend. And where the farmers market bakers are expanding beyond the best croissants and chocolate brioche outside of France, buying a trio of water buffalo so they can start making mozzarella buffala when Betty and Bertha calve in the spring (Norman is the proud father).
I am loving all this display of gumption and inventiveness. What a vibe it brings to the community, and to life in general. To say nothing of my taste buds!