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Deciding to take a drive to Bristol on our 6th day of vacation, the husband spotted an antique shop on our way out of town.

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Which turned out to be more of a tourist trap gift shop where the new items outnumbered the old so I thought I’d dodged a bullet. Until my guy started chatting up the owner and she told him about two giant antique malls he simply had to visit.

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Damn her.

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Bristol, Rhode Island is a lovely spot.

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Waterfront, like most of the towns we visited.

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With its share of stone walls and beautiful old homes.

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Arriving at lunch time, we chose an assuming little place called the Beach House.

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It was on the water, no surprise there.

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And was nicely decorated, with a warm, welcoming beachy feel.

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One aperol and pink guava spritz in…

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I was feeling right at home.

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My NY strip crostini with shallot brandy cream sauce appetizer?

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Omg.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. The beef literally melted in my mouth.

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And when my husband raved over his butternut squash bisque? I knew we’d chosen the right place.

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They even had his new favorite local beer.

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My main course of homemade wild mushroom ravioli with caramelized onions and porcini cream sauce?

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Absolutely decedent.

But the husband’s crab topped filet mignon with stuffed lobster tail, sautéed garlic spinach and mashed new potatoes?

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Huge.

Filling.

And perfectly cooked.

This entree alone… in Maine, would easily be $100. And we’re the land of lobster. In lovely little Bristol, Rhode Island? $44.

We were stunned.

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And vowed to come back to this hidden gem if we’re ever in the area again.

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