House – June
The salad course consisted of an eight inch plate of mixed greens, a dozen chunks of tomatoes, a few shreds of carrot, and pieces of croutons; several choices of dressings were allowed. We agreed it was a good enough basic salad.
The dessert list was a
diverse mix of six to eight items that might exclude some people but not
Service by Jocelyn was excellent. She worked to please any request, informational, promptly done, with eagerness and humor. A second server, Lorraine, filled in-between and proved equally adept. Ken’s coffee cup was constantly filled, and Jocelyn agreed with Ken that he was a “pain in the butt.” After the initial filling of water glasses, several quart bottles of iced water were replenished. Food was delivered to the eight of us by multiple servers. The only slip was the delivery of salads by a different server who did not know who ordered what but “who ordered this?” was turned into a humorous repartee. All were personable without being intrusive, and certainly served Hoffman House well this evening. Thank you to both, especially Jocelyn.
is historic-colonial. Entry in the back door (front, if you are in the
parking lot, which we were), steered us past one period-piece room,
through the bar-tavern part with the several seat bar with the old
pull-down cage (a feature rarely seen), and to the center hall that
afforded a glance into the front two rooms. We turned right into a
hardwood-floor room with about eight faux-colonial tables. Several ceiling
beams support a wide plank second floor, with some of the boards a foot
and a half wide. The two 12-over-12 windows fronted a foot-deep window
well. Add creamy pastel mortared walls anchored by a classic fireplace and
one began to imagine it could be 1780 in Kingston.
The drink order consisted of a bottle of a Chateau St
Jean 2012 Pinot Noir and a Castello di Gabbiano 2011 Chianti Classico,
supplemented by Tanqueray & tonic (Kriss!).
All in all, if the intervening eight years was as good as the two visits we have made, Hoffman House has kept many a happy customer. (A half-point separating our ratings is a rare event!)
Other notes: Chay’s recent entrée choices seem more adventuresome (my observation); Ken was called a pain in the butt by one of our servers, a badge of honor for Ken; the Thruway between Catskill and Kingston was uneventful although Deb K departed at Saugerties on the way back; and Don took an extra lap around the CVS building near Hoffman before making the correct left hand turn (my apologies for the extra gas consumption); and, thanks, Lynda and Ross complementing DP8 this early summer evening.
The evening started at the Teators’, with the
weather sunny and very warm but not warm enough to keep us from
deck-lounging and enjoying the summer air, Deb’s gardens, and the view
of the Catskills Escarpment.
Topics on the deck, the ride to, during dinner and/or the ride back was as diverse as ever. Ken being a “butt” was a humorous side note, the new Monteverd car still in waiting, the nice view from the Teator deck, Chay suffering his second day of retirement, Deb suffering from Chay’s second day of retirement, next year’s end-of-year retirement party, this year’s end-of-year party, past administrators who did not show at the retirement party, life at the East Conesville lake and second home, grandparents protecting a youngster around a lake, a Cooperstown trip, a visit to the Beekman Arms, World Cup reactions, DP8 dates for July and August, Kriss’ relaxing schedule of breakneck activity every day of the week, Deb’s Lyme and mosquito bite, others’ Lyme, conflicting medications, the Adamses’ whereabouts, sightings of Don on a bike, the Monteverd boys on a bicycle fund-raiser on the Cape, weaseling clues from the Teators about the evening’s destination, trying to remember Hoffman after we arrived, the Retired Teachers meeting at the Mullers and the new prescription co-pays, the new Mitsubishi AC/heat pump at the Teators, signs of decline of older friends and relatives, Ken getting the early (and only) finger of the evening, wildlife around our houses, and more present a semi-complete portrait.