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Ol' wifey wife and I agreed to a double date with some friends from the burbs. They were married recently, and this place was their first choice but they didn't have the date. There's a abundance of these places all about the tristate area. Fine dining on some beautiful crop of Hudson Valley land that's essentially a prop to remind people of how everything used to be pristine, but now it only is this little parcel of 90 acres humanity has yet to spoil. To add to the irony, the restaurant will serve you a ton of food that isn't locally sourced and isn't even remotely seasonal so that you can enjoy the splendor of our surrounding while eating food dripping in fossil fuels. I get it. It was beautiful. The service was as good as you can ask from untrained NJ residents. At the end of the day, though, it was one massive fabrication.
The food? In spite of my opening, arguably the fine dining we've had in Jersey. Everything was done well, seasoned well, prepared well, but after eating at the real deal (French Laundry) this place is a reasonably priced nod to the real deal. We ate most of the menu and nothing really stood out to me, but I must say that my ol' wifey wife said that the scallops were the best she's ever had. And that's saying something as she eats scallops occasionally.
Perhaps I came on too strong, beloved seven (RIP Vapid Blond), but the idea that we're somehow preserving our planet with this window dressing gets my goat. Nonetheless, if you happen to be in the neighborhood this is as good as it will get unless you head into NYC.
