A long-lit late-June evening allowed DP8 to savor the remnants of an 80°
day on the weather-beaten deck of the Copake Country Club and its
restaurant, the Greens at the Club. Arriving at 7 p.m., we watched the
waning sunlight angles mingle with the waxing shadows across the first
fairway as it stretched 300 yards to its pin. A half-dozen oak trees
filtered the declining, yet still warm, sun until the multiple hues of
blue beckoned the blackness of night.
A compact menu seemed fuller with the listing of the ingredients of each
plate, as well as the addition of specials. DP8ers stayed with the menu
(and I am borrowing heavily from it):
----->12oz rib eye steak, mashed potatoes, grilled squash, roasted garlic
butter, caramelized shallot jus (Kriss: well-done, as always; OK)
----->grilled thick cut pork chop, mashed potatoes, Swiss chard, apple
cranberry chutney, sherry jus (Tim: more rare than he likes or wanted
although very good)
----->slow roasted BBQ baby back ribs, a red-sauce BBQ sauce, mashed
potatoes, braised greens, scallion cheddar cornbread (Deb T: very good;
Chay: just OK; Ken: good)
----->grilled olive-oil-and-herb-marinated tiger shrimp, potato leek
hash, spinach, lemon caper beurre blanc (Judy: very good)
----->house-made fettuccine with Zehr farms mushrooms, shiitake and
oyster mushrooms, smoked bacon, sweet English peas, parmesan (Deb K:
excellent, delicious mix of flavors, and more than she could finish)
----->pan roasted Scottish salmon, beluga lentils, chunks of grilled
zucchini, roasted beet and scallion salad, sweet pea coulis (Don: very
good, an adventure of different tastes and texture)
Everyone who had the mashed potatoes glowed about
the taste, probably a cheese component. And, most commented on the
flavorful interplay of ingredients of the appetizers and entrées.
The salad-appetizer course tempted everyone, except
Don, although he sampled Deb’s.
----->Caesar salad with romaine, parmesan, garlic, anchovies, lemon,
croutons (Ken, good)
special – the chicken and spinach soup (Kriss & Tim – very good
----->olive oil roasted beets, shaved fennel, asparagus and radish salad,
asiago, roasted garlic vinaigrette (Deb T, Deb K, Judy – all excellent,
with a nice variety of tastes)
----->baby arugula salad, generous slices of prosciutto, goat cheese,
toasted pine nuts, balsamic vinaigrette (Chay, very good)
Dessert or after-dinner drink attracted all:
walnut brownie sundae brownie (Don: with mint-chocolate ice cream, an
average-good chocolate dessert, Kriss: also mint chocolate ice cream,
average-y; Ken: the rebel, with vanilla ice cream, good )
crisp with caramel sauce and vanilla bean ice cream (Deb T: a good, but
not outstanding, effort)
leches cake with whipped cream & strawberries (Deb K: a different pick
for her, delicious; Judy: a good dessert but her standard is still Radio
desserts: Tim enjoyed Frangelica while Chay sipped his Sambuca
Opening the evening was the delivery of two wire
baskets of crusty, rustic bread, accompanied by bottles of olive oil to
dip, arriving twenty minutes after seating. Excellent bread; why wait so
The drink order was taken – Domaine Haut-Musiel 2007 Tralamont
Cotes du Rhone Villages for five of us; we liked the first bottle enough
that we repeated the order. Filling out the order was a prosecco split and
two diet sodas.
Parts of the service were good. Susan waited
our table – pleasant, helpful, personable, efficient. A “manager”
oversaw the activity and ably directed where needed. Two other waitstaff
delivered bread, bottles of water (plenty of water), and cleared some of
the serviceware. When timely, their efforts were capable and reflected
well on The Greens. Thank you, Susan.
However, the pacing seemed casual, to the point of lagging, or
worse. Salads and appetizers came in 40 minutes, entrées in 80, drink
order in 25. We departed almost three hours later, which is fine on a nice
night with good friends but we were antsy at times. It seemed to us that a
busy Saturday night had stretched the waitstaff thin and they were doing
as well as they could.
Ambiance, as suggested in the opening, was
affected by our placement on the deck. We whisked past the cozy bar area
with its dozen stools and several tables, and then waltzed through the
30’x30’ main room, with its two walls of glass looking outside or into
the enclosed patio, and we barely noticed the patio with its beams and
glass and high ceilings. A dinner set inside surely would have changed our
Instead, our vista was the fairway of the first hole and, off to
the east, a slice of Copake Lake with the slight breeze, boats, ski-doos,
and water skiers rippling the lake. As the sun set, the interplay of light
and shadow cast a new perspective every ten minutes, while a pond’s
fountain in the foreground served as a visual focus.
Generic casual plastic tables, ringed with nondescript, yet still
comfortable, chairs, were centered by a single votive candle that became
utilitarian at dark. A hefty, linen-wrapped knife and fork set matched
The sunlight ran uncomfortably into a few eyes but that subsided as
the sun gradually lowered. The sky descended from robin blue, transforming
into cotton candy colors, and, finally, shades of indigo ushered out a
long summer’s day. The one downside of the diminishing light was a
coolness that necessitated a jacket.
Piercing the tranquility was the too frequent tumbling of several
pairs of feet and throaty communications of kids who were not cute after
five minutes. And “Woodstock” parents (sorry, Woodstock) seemed
oblivious to the noise and diminution of enjoyment for other customers. We
worried that one or more of the urchins would fall into the pond; and then
any slight hope of tranquility was shattered by the wailing and sobbing of
one girl who may have sprained an ankle. When they moved inside the main
dining room, we breathed relief while feeling sorry for the inner room
diners. Peacefulness cannot reign when the playground is running around
bill came to $125 per couple, a tad high for some, if one were expecting
the typical golf club fare, and overpriced for a couple DP8ers. But, the
food, generally, was very good, and we ordered a few appetizers, and
salads were a la carte, and we all had dessert or an after-dinner drink.
The day had started even before arrival at the
Karneses’. Six of us had been invited to a graduation party for the son
of friends. Partaking of the good food and available drink could have
meant a partially sated appetite.
Deb K set out a platter of celery, carrots, and grapes, and then
came a mushroom-onion-pepper tart, which tempted all but only a few of us
participated. A tasty appetizer, Deb, or even a meal!
We sat on the front deck, leaving a rambunctious Kalli inside. The
important business at hand was DP8’s recognition of Kriss’ retirement
from C-D, and then of Tim’s retirement from his practice.
Congratulations to both, for long and productive careers, and best wishes
for healthy and worthy years ahead, no matter where the journey goes.
We guessed, based on a 6 pm departure, that the Karneses were
taking us an hour away, and the back seat of our car tried guessing our
destination. We guessed wrong, first, when we crossed the Rip Van Winkle
Bridge, thought Hudson was too close, settled on Craryville or Hillsdale
but the right turn past the Taconic Hills High School led to the right
answer. Copake Lake has been on several of Don’s century itineraries.
The usual topics were quickly overshadowed by the Adamses’
recent, and current, experiences with ID theft, which, at first, looked
like a compromised credit card. Good luck with clearing that up ....
Then, on to the school retirement party for Kriss, her last days of
school, comments from students and colleagues, and so on. Since Ken will
continue working until January, Kriss can pretend it is summer vacation in
Other topics included the Adamses’ RV repair saga at Alpin Haus; a new
niece; Deb T’s cast-less foot which is almost back to normal; summer
travel plans; the Adamses frenetic schedule; DP8 summer date next month
and inviting our substitutes (agreed upon); Kalli’s progress; the sheep
on Weed Rd; the repaving of the Pine Meadow and the source of the Karneses’
influence; grandkids; Kriss’ retirement from acting as group censor
(yahoo, we can finally speak freely!); last week’s heat wave; Deb T’s
photos of trips and house; Nathan’s addition update; ...; golfing plans;
asking the waitstaff to take our group picture; Jennie’s travels to
China and elsewhere; the Van Auken house and sale-ability, and more.