fabulous food. Billed as venison shank, my dinner partner looked at the plate as served
and asked "How is your deer, dear?" The answer: Divine.
My enjoyment was not diminished (though perhaps dented) by my knowing exactly where
the deer a.k.a. venison was raised - just where Munger Street turns north on the outskirts of Middlebury.
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
on the side.
Consider that all this was prefaced with a divine white wine, the house selection.
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.
