I woke up early and had a donut that I bootlegged and coffee and blogged. Played on the I -pad until Jodi was up and moving. By the time we got out the door I was ready for lunch and a friend had suggested a winery. On the way out I asked the concierge about a vineyard nearby and I got a snarky “its not a vineyard but there is a winery”, “O.K yes”, that, she said the shuttle wold take us there. So we waited less than a minute for the shuttle and went to an unimpressive building with a porch where a bunch of young women were being served food and flights of wine. We entered, I was rather expecting to be seated and handed menus in the normal fashion. It felt chaotic and crazy when we were told that we had to order our food inside and pay and then get our beverages separately. I started wondering how I was supposed to know that our food was ready if we were outside, but that was handled. After some recon I figured out that the winery and restaurant are run separately and they eventually did bring us our food.
Jodi ordered pizza and I ordered toasted ravioli, and we shared a flight of wine. When I went into get the wine I was offere a paper and told to select what we wanted, we just wanted to eat and get some wine with it not make a production out of it. We selected blindly and a couple of them were not terrible, though they served the flight with dark chocolate chips and let me. Just say the combo of the wine and chocolate left a rather brown taste in my mouth. I would not choose that as a marketing ploy at this winery. Regardless we had somme rather dry Cab Franc and some pretty syrupy Peach Fizzz. Guess who drank what!
We came back to the Hotel, the room had been “refreshed”” and we went to the gardens and sat in the Apollo spring gazebo and relaxed. I took my paints, didn’t feel that I had a good place to paint and then succumbed to temptation and did a thoroughly fabulous rendition of a first grader painting the view!
Along came a red 1929 Rolls Royce with a chauffeur and bride and groom. At least that’s what we thought, a guy in a white shirt and tie got out and a woman wreathing a glittering halter dress carrying a bogies got out, and were joined by some folks on foot. But it was a bit interesting as the bride started juggling her bouquet and a cigarette, the chauffeur kept messing with the engine, and the photographer took photos from about 100 ft away from the wedding party. I thought I was catching a whale tale outline on the brides behind and was sure of it when she moved just so and you could see right through her dress, she needed a slip. We are not sure why but everywhere we go we seem to encounter a wedding party.
Later we met our friends from college at 33 Brick Street and had dinner, it was much better than lunch, but that bar wasn’t very high. Seriously it was good, I had pulled pork and cole slaw and Jodi had a salad. Kathy’s tenderloin looked delish!
Friday evening we caught wind of this sound, so we stopped in the library and had a cocktail and listened to a Jazz Trio for an hour or so, long past out bedtime.
This morning, too cheap to pay $20 ish for a danish, we got breakfast after we checked out at Nana’s diner, let’s just say I would not return to French Lick for the fine cuisine and leave it there.
But it was really a fun weekend, an item checked off of my list, visiting with old friends, AND the company made it good.
