tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46581333852695622862023-11-15T08:43:04.176-08:00saltandpepperkatherine teetorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015286231018160930noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4658133385269562286.post-67678729290897418412009-10-02T07:30:00.000-07:002009-10-02T07:58:50.593-07:00starry night dining<div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.starrynightcafe.com/">Starry night</a> it is with twinkling cutouts illuminating the heavens but the main attractions is<div>fabulous food. Billed as venison shank, my dinner partner looked at the plate as served</div><div>and asked "How is your deer, dear?" The answer: Divine.</div><div>My enjoyment was not diminished (though perhaps dented) by my knowing exactly where</div><div>the deer a.k.a. venison was raised - just where Munger Street turns north on the outskirts of Middlebury. </div><div>On the plate, the finished entree was covered with horseradish sauce, garnished with a variety of well prepared vegetables (carrots, string beans, Brussell sprouts, parsnips) and all this magnificence with a distinguished salad of garden fresh lettuces, with balsamic vinagrette</div><div><div>on the side. </div><div>Consider that all this was prefaced with a divine white wine, the house selection.</div><div>The fare was filling! Dessert, on first thought, seemed superflous but desire overcame doubt and I had a single scoop of a house prepared maple walnut something ice cream.</div></div>katherine teetorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015286231018160930noreply@blogger.com0