Lunch in the basement.

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When I think basement, I imagine dark corners, cobwebs and mouse turds. Clearly there was none of that here.

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How big is this resort?

It has its own post office.

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And a line of high end shops down the hallway. One of which I was forbidden to enter by my spouse…

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Did I mention the carpet?

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Trees, pine cones and woodland creatures. Very whimsical.

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Since we were visiting off season for lunch there were only two options, an upstairs restaurant offering small plates and tapas or downstairs which had a full menu. I think you know by now my husband is not a small plate kind of guy.

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Another cocktail? Don’t mind if I do.

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The menu was a bit smaller than I expected from such a big place, and as I scanned to the bottom I was seriously hoping my spouse would find something he wanted before he found the filet. Gulp!

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We elected to split a bowl of clam chowder to start and instead of bringing two spoons, they divided it in cute little square bowls. Very tasty.

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One shrimp scampi and a crabmeat sandwich later…

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We were replete and ready to continue exploring.

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23 thoughts on “Lunch in the basement.”

  1. I always go for the beauty but have never stepped inside. A long time ago I would haul newspapers up there and hit every resort but would jump out and leave their bundles on the steps. Guess as a trucker hauling for USA, I never felt fancy enough to enter this spot if I was with you, I would have been torn with the chowder and a salad or a meatloaf sandwich to see if it was as good as mine passed down from mom. Happy Thanksgiving.

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  2. Looking at those prices, I guess it cost a lot to maintain that basement. Oh, and why is it your husband can enter into any old antique shop he desires, but you are restricted from entering a foo-foo shop? Sounds like he needs some “woke” education!

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