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Yes, the beer and atmosphere at Ebenezer’s were fun… as witnessed by this quirky piece of art hanging over our table.
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But clearly that poor creature never sampled the menu. No one could go away hungry here.
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Second green Belgian beer on board, we ordered appetizers .
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I didn’t go with the real R.I. shit, but the coconut shrimp were divine.
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The husband’s usual French onion soup was anything but with a plethora of cheesy bread and rich deep broth.
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Second beer gone, I switched over to a frozen strawberry margarita bursting with fresh fruit.
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And eyed the probably quite appropriate ladies room sign.
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Our meal? It was spectacular.
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Two perfectly cooked juicy herb marinated chicken breasts with roasted vegetables made my mouth sing. And the small bowl on the top left? Not a roll, but a potato croquette with gravy. Weird, but delightful.
The large salad came with my husband’s choice…
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Pan seared scallops and lobster over sherried buttered cream corn. In a word? Fabulous.
No, you don’t want to know what the bill totaled. Suffice it to say my wallet screamed… and as much as I loved our experience, I have to admit it’s a good thing we don’t live closer. Temptation could bankrupt us quickly.
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