Rating: 💋 💋
Recently, my parents and I went to dinner at the Windrift, a hotel resort beach bar that marks the divide between the two towns on Seven Mile Island. The nice thing about outdoor dining is that dinner sometimes comes with a view. At the Windrift, we wound up at a table on the second floor rooftop deck, overlooking the beach.
Just because I wanted to make the evening easy and painless, I forgot my ID. I am really trying to get better about that, but since I have graduated from my rubber band wallet in college, it is a trial and error of sorts. Shock of all shocks, servers simply do not believe I am of age. You would think the mature energy I radiate would hint that I am not actually twelve, as my stature might suggest, but alas. So...my dad and I had to go back to the house and retrieve my ID. Thank you, Dad. Also, I am sorry. *woeful cringe*
When I did return, with my license in hand, we got our cocktails. Well, my mom was already very glamorously sipping her Whispering Angel Rosé and waiting for us to join her. My dad and I got served only once I proved to the waitress I was an honest, upstanding citizen who was in fact two years past twenty-one. My Dad opted for a Coors Light and I went for the Zonin Prosecco. We were a table of diverse personalities. My Prosecco was...not served in a Prosecco glass? At least it tasted good. I have to go back for a cocktail hour one day because I want to try the frosé or one of their specialty cocktails.
The Windrift was really making the most of outdoor dining, turning tables over like a machine. Then, it rained on the whole show! Outdoor dining faces a daunting opponent yet again. Naturally, our table was right in the wind's path, so we got soaked with all the rain the storm had to offer. The team was very good about moving us and we were lucky there was a small empty table across the way, out of the wind's direction. I immediately picked up my glass, so hopefully I saved it and was drinking more Prosecco than rainwater.
My parent's appetizer, the lobster bisque, came out with our entrees, so that was a little odd. I suppose that helps them get people in and out quickly though, so I get it. Regardless, my mom raved about it. She LOVES lobster bisque.
My mom's grilled chicken sandwich with roasted red peppers, mozzarella, and balsamic fig glaze on brioche was okay, but not as good as it was in her memory. My dad's cheeseburger was pretty standard. I have been wanting a crab cake and this one was pretty good, nothing too mind-blowing, but it did its job well. They forgot the remoulade sauce that was supposed to come with it so we had to ask, but the waitress brought it out quickly. The Bibb lettuce and fresh tomato added a refreshing crunch, and their French fries meet my mark. A little skin, a bit of salt, piping hot, ooh yeah. I am proud of myself for not eating all of them. Baby steps towards self-control, lol.
We were all very disappointed that the sandwich juices fully soaked into the buns. Our sandwiches totally fell apart. I was lucky enough to wuss out and start eating my sandwich with a fork and knife early, but my parents got caught with crumbling sandwiches and juice up to their elbows. We had to ask for wet wipes to clean up the damage.
That storm offered us a very nice apology by offering us this gorgeous double rainbow over the ocean. Yes, the whole restaurant jumped up to take pictures.
Here is my mother, modeling the fact that you need to wear a mask!!! They are cute, trendy, and so very respectful of others. Love to see it.
The weather has gotten cooler, which is not exactly the key to my heart, but it does mean my parents turned off the air conditioner. Oh, sweet joy! We have to take every win we can scrounge up. I hope you are all finding wins big and small in your days.
XX,
MK
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