Nestled in an 1800’s something building, the restaurant is adorned with press tin ceilings and looks to give a feel of what one would expect when Ernest Hemingway walked these streets. Hemingway is one of Petoskey’s favorite sons. Historical markers dot the town, memorializing Hemingway’s significance to this area and recounting his more peaceful times that he was able to spend in Petoskey. This place, however, has the energy of a 1920s speakeasy, with all the locals attending.
Emily simply sparkled when we asked her to Bring Us Dinner. Our view of the restaurant is perfect as we overlook the bar and guests draped in low light. Karen looks spectacular tonight as we cross the halfway point of a long-needed vacation.
The Bourbon is list is good and my Old Fashioned is made with one of my new favorites: Eagle Rare. An eleven-year-old Bourbon that is as smooth as it sounds.
Standard practice has the servers (or manager as was our case) bring out warm, fresh biscuits to start of us. Emily, however, brought us out a house-made hummus with fresh vegetables to address Karen’s gluten allergy. After having the hummus, I think this should be the standard practice and not the biscuits.
For our main courses, Emily chose wisely, picking from the Apple Wood Grilled section of the menu their John Cross Fisheries Salmon served with white truffle mashed potatoes. The dish is accented with roasted Brussels Sprouts, Michigan black cherries, and crumbled bleu cheese. Yum!
The other course we shared was an Herb-Garlic Rubbed Beef Tenderloin. Simply wonderful! The tenderloin is cooked to a perfect medium rare. So perfect, in fact, that I was reluctant to share. The tenderloin is accompanied with a pan-fried potato gnocchi, mushrooms, onion, kale and a gorgonzola demi-glace. Very traditional, earthy flavors to bring out the flavor of the meat.
My compliments to Emily for her choices and portion decisions. Probably one of the most difficult things with having our hosts pick our meals is the natural excitement of getting try most everything on the menu. While that sounds good, grandma’s old adage of don’t let your eyes take on more than you can eat couldn’t be truer.
So, as we settled into a very comfortable end to our meal, Karen was able to have a Brandy Alexander and I nibbled on a SMALL piece of City Park’s Carrot Cake. Simply a wonderful way to spend a peaceful evening on vacation with my Sweetie.