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judecorpIt is HARD to go out for fancy-pants food when you are knocked up, let me just tell you.
Since Rick and Gretchen were going to be spending NYE with us last night, Rick had asked that I find someplace to eat dinner. Well, I didn't want to go somewhere in downtown N'ton because it was First Night there and it would probably be PACKED. And I looked at some places in the other towns but noplace seemed to have anything special for NYE, and I kind of like going whole hog on NYE when it comes to food. Last year we went out with Olex and Jen and had delicious foodles, there were years where we got into formal wear and ate boatloads of sushi, so yeah... just some reservations at a brewpub were not going to cut it.
I found a place in Sunderland called the Blue Heron that had a quite lovely prix fixe for New Year's Eve. The website made it look like a nice place and I made reservations for a late dinner (9pm). I had quickly looked over the menu for Things A Pregnant Chick Can Eat and called it a go.
Well, when we got there, there were a lot of delicious options but most of them had to be nixed for one reason or another - either for main ingredients like pate or swordfish or lamb (which is never fully cooked) or for ingredients like caviar or booze. And then even when I thought I had something safe (like the salad, I mean, hello, it's salad), the server warned me that the DELICIOUS-looking hunk of bleu cheese was not pasteurized. Dang it!
I ended up having the salad (minus the cheese), an appetizer of a pan-seared sea scallop with bacon and fennel, a main course of quail stuffed with chorizo stuffing over a bed of grits, and a dessert of a trio of chocolate mousses. (My original dessert was a chocolate cake that was too rich for me, and I traded with Gretchen.) All of the dishes were quite tasty, but my body is not used to eating so much rich food and I don't usually eat a four-course meal right before bed! So my slow-moving guts are still a little unhappy with this development.
There was a live band (jazz) that was pretty good, and they had dancing and hats and noisemakers as well. Our server was very perceptive and picked up via eavesdropping that I was pregnant, and aside from the bleu cheese warning, she also brought me sparkling cider in lieu of my champagne toast. Nice.
I highly recommend the Blue Heron, especially for New Year's Eve.
Since Rick and Gretchen were going to be spending NYE with us last night, Rick had asked that I find someplace to eat dinner. Well, I didn't want to go somewhere in downtown N'ton because it was First Night there and it would probably be PACKED. And I looked at some places in the other towns but noplace seemed to have anything special for NYE, and I kind of like going whole hog on NYE when it comes to food. Last year we went out with Olex and Jen and had delicious foodles, there were years where we got into formal wear and ate boatloads of sushi, so yeah... just some reservations at a brewpub were not going to cut it.
I found a place in Sunderland called the Blue Heron that had a quite lovely prix fixe for New Year's Eve. The website made it look like a nice place and I made reservations for a late dinner (9pm). I had quickly looked over the menu for Things A Pregnant Chick Can Eat and called it a go.
Well, when we got there, there were a lot of delicious options but most of them had to be nixed for one reason or another - either for main ingredients like pate or swordfish or lamb (which is never fully cooked) or for ingredients like caviar or booze. And then even when I thought I had something safe (like the salad, I mean, hello, it's salad), the server warned me that the DELICIOUS-looking hunk of bleu cheese was not pasteurized. Dang it!
I ended up having the salad (minus the cheese), an appetizer of a pan-seared sea scallop with bacon and fennel, a main course of quail stuffed with chorizo stuffing over a bed of grits, and a dessert of a trio of chocolate mousses. (My original dessert was a chocolate cake that was too rich for me, and I traded with Gretchen.) All of the dishes were quite tasty, but my body is not used to eating so much rich food and I don't usually eat a four-course meal right before bed! So my slow-moving guts are still a little unhappy with this development.
There was a live band (jazz) that was pretty good, and they had dancing and hats and noisemakers as well. Our server was very perceptive and picked up via eavesdropping that I was pregnant, and aside from the bleu cheese warning, she also brought me sparkling cider in lieu of my champagne toast. Nice.
I highly recommend the Blue Heron, especially for New Year's Eve.
