DP8’s first 2016 stay-close-to-home, support-local choice found
us wending our way up Hervey Street Road onto SR 23 and into the parking
lot of Captain’s Inn at Point Lookout.
Owner Captain Jack, who would later
greet us, has bought and re-opened this scenic wonder in the last couple
years. Maritime motif surrounds all, even the life-size mannequin upon
entering, a tad scary looking but a humorous idiosyncratic touch.
is comfortable American, with a touch of almost anything for anyone.
===> seafood mac-n-cheese (Kerry, Deb K: both very good)
===> lamb shank, with white bean cassoulet (Ross: very good;
Don: satisfactory, grilled?, dry, an excellent palate complement to the
===> shrimp scampi (Deb T: not her usual but good; Chay:
good, not great)
===> pork loin, with a generous side of sweet potato hash
and sautéed spinach (Lynda: cared more for the sides, presentation of
three stripes of color, enough for a doggie bag, Wayside good & basic)
===> chicken francaise (Julie: very good)
Within five minutes of seating, a
basket of sliced Italian bread appeared with an accompanying small bowl of
individual pull-tab butter pats.
house salad accompanied the entrées. A six inch plate of greens, carrot
slices, onion half-rings, halved cherry tomatoes, and olives comprised the
salad, and we deemed it an ordinary but welcome starter.
===> cream of broccoli soup (Don: fair, a lot of cream, not
===> New England clam chowder (Kerry: good)
===> chocolate cream pie (Don, Deb T, Julie: all thought it
average to good, a good slice, with chocolate dots and drizzle [difficult
to compete with Charlene])
===> cherry pie (Ross: a mediocre product, gelatin
===> peanut butter pie (Deb & Chay: good, airy, creamy)
===> black Sambuca (Chay: a
generous portion shared with the table!)
selections deviated from the normal. The on tap selection caught our eye
early and not a single wine was ordered. Spaten Octoberfest, Dogfish IPA,
and a couple other worthy choices filled the table.
by Christina was mostly good – attentive, patient, frequent checks, and
an overall good job. An empty room meant we were her sole object of
attention. (For my part, I enjoy watching a server place entrées without
asking who ordered it, an event that rarely happened this evening. And
hearing “you got it” seventeen times after requests and orders was
about twelve times too many for me. This may have not bothered others at
Water was filled without asking, a certain coffee cup did not have
to be filled regularly, and a couple other waitstaff assisted with
(To be noted: eyewitnesses told and
retold of DP8’s first visit in September 2007, a dinner that will live
in infamy for Kriss (dteator.com/restaurants/zVictRose.htm). This time, no
waiting for a table in a sea of emptiness, no bikers unhappy with service,
wine that was available the first time, no cook who scared the waitstaff
more than the unhappy bikers, and more. Kriss, we had a perfectly normal
experience, other than the re-telling of one of our most memorable DP8
has not changed much in the intervening eight years. A large rectangular
space allows for twenty or more tables. We sympathized for the owner,
knowing that without us, only two other diners visited this Saturday
evening during SNOW season. However, our dearth of snow may have extended
its tentacles even to East Windham.
Back to the topic.
A row of outward facing windows would be the attraction in
daylight. Not much to see in the dark.
A center bare wood floor lies between carpeting, probably for an
event with dancing. A fireplace on one end would have been cozier had we
been sitting closer to it but its effect was still country-comfort.
We sat four on a side, with noise level among the quietest ever,
except for us, of course. The table was covered in burgundy linen
overlaying white linen. A ten inch tall lighthouse centered our table, as
one did for every table. A white linen napkin held two forks and a knife,
and seating was comfortable.
Lighting came from sconces on the walls, several chandeliers, and
the spillover glow from the bar with its two tvs.
Different from 2007 was the elimination of a dividing wall between
the bar and the restaurant. Now, a half wall served as visual separation,
and the extra eye-candy was welcome for most.
music played throughout the evening, with an occasional strain audible
enough over our chatter. Dylan belted out Like a Rolling Stone, Simon and
Garfunkle lilted The Sound of Silence, Cat Stevens fit in some place, and
we old-timers recognized many a tune from forty and fifty years ago.
(Seriously, we are still young, still young, still young … )
The pacing for the evening was quick, even though I did not feel
rushed, nor was a hint of that mentioned during the evening. Ninety
minutes after we arrived, we were posing with the mannequin on the way
The bill for the evening totaled $87
per couple, a reasonable value.
Good luck, Captain’s Inn, and Captain Jack. Point Lookout’s
view is a treasure to partake in.
The evening group pick had started at
the Teator residence, on a nearly 40 degree evening, another anomaly among
many this winter of not really winter yet (forecast of Monday on is back
to normal). A plate of carrot-celery-broccoli along a small bowl of dip
started, joined with a plate of Philadelphia cream cheese topped with
roasted pineapple and habanero sauce. A couple IPAs, a cab sauvignon and a
Vinho Verde took care of the drinks.
Discussion topics at the house, in the car, and at Point Lookout
included: our wacky much-warmer-than-usual winter so far, poor skiing
conditions, sympathy for winter businesses, Deb’s wall of her paintings,
Powerball mania (no winners, 1B+ next), post-Christmas notes, the first
Point Lookout excursion re-telling and its toll on Kriss, the whereabouts
of the Monteverds, the whereabouts of the Adamses, the upcoming cruise,
Kerry’s beard, a Christmas gift for Kerry of his student pictures from
K-college, the Quinn kids, the Pisano-Burhouse clan, the emptiness of
Point Lookout, exploits of parents (a fall, the rest about the same),
lottery winnings for some, CD school stuff, being the old-timer of the
staff and changes seen, more than a few comments about ... (for a change,
Ken is not to blame, but should be!), and more that has escaped my recall.