A half-hour drive to Ravena, a scoot
east to Coeymans, a slide next to a scenic town park, and hugging the
river is Yanni’s Too. Again, like Catskill’s Port of Call and Dock
Street Station last month, we enjoyed the river views and gawked as a
couple large ships glided past.
Yanni’s menu is
classic casual-river, and then some. Try calamari four ways; a dozen
starters of seafood, nachos, fries, wings; ten sandwiches and wraps;
burgers done six ways; three steaks, with six “enhancements”; ten more
entrées, five fried baskets; four Italian meals; and a dozen desserts.
And if one checked the online menu ahead of time, a made-up mind
might have been changed by the Specials sheet listing another ten
appetizers and fifteen entrées.
--> Lobster mac & cheese, gigantic
bowl (Deb K: excellent, doggie bag was as big as the bowl)
--> Fried shrimp basket, with a big
handful of fries, coleslaw, and two sauces (Chay & Kriss: both very
--> Fried scallops baskets (Deb T: good
but might have liked a non-fried choice)
--> Ribeye steak, with onion ring topping
(Ken: very good)
--> Broiled seafood trio – fish, shrimps
& scallops with bread crumb topping (Kerry: ok)
--> Broiled grouper topped with lobster
pieces and sauce (Don: tasty, fish a bit soggy)
--> Caesar salad with chicken (Julie:
Most of the entrées came with steamed vegetables – satisfactory
dotted the table.
salad (Deb T, Chay, Ken: all good)
chowder (Kerry: very good)
A table share
fresco - fresh tomatoes, roasted red peppers, kalamata olives, extra
virgin olive oil and aged balsamic vinegar on grilled bread. The bread
could have been toasted a speck more.
Famous Calamari, seasoned with lemon-garlic-wine, deemed good by the
Both were devoured in short time.
was almost passed up again but Kriss pressured Don:
chocolate cake (Kriss: very good)
mousse cake (Don & Deb share: a pleasurable dessert)
The drink order started with our
arrival at the indoor bar at Yanni’s, most of us drinking draft beer or
gin & tonics, and this carried over to the table.
centers on the river. Arriving just after 6 p.m., in late August, we
soaked in the summer feel of shirt sleeves and water and boats and
greenery. Our table placed us feet away from the water, about ten feet
above river level—a pleasant arena to enjoy dinner.
The building looks like an old pavilion that got improved, and then
revised, and improved again. Inside, a large bar dominates, a small corner
occupied by DP8ers until we were ready to move riverside. Outside, the
metal-covered roof, about fifteen feet long, covered about seventy feet of
tables, with a plastic-roofed extension adding more dining space.
As dusk fell, the two rows of lights, twenty in a line,
half-garishly lit the area, while the trees across the river faded into
darkness before the rising full moon silhouetted them. Passing boats and
ships created a wake that glistened in the glow of the moon.
The background music from the live band indoors, the laughter of
the tables nearby, the scruff of loose stone of those walking nearby added
to the feeling.
Tables were joined, covered by dark linen, and covered with
napkin-wrapped sets of a knife and fork. It was classic outdoor summer
dining that we will recall several months from now.
by Colleen was excellent. A middle school teacher, she found out our past
occupations (oops, sorry, Kerry) and we told teaching stories for a
minute. She seemed busy but took care of us in a personable and attentive
way, a perfect match for the evening. (The only quibble was a waylaid
ketchup bottle.) Good luck with the school year, Colleen.
The bill for the evening, including
all costs, came to $72 per couple, plus the drinks we had ordered at the
It’s been a rare DP8 summer, with
both months designated at group picks at riverside establishments, and
with no pre-session. It will be a choice to discuss for future summers.
All arrived at Yanni’s in good time, except for South Cairo car that
tried the industrial park first.
the car or at the bar or at the table, included: the Karneses trip to
Cayman, the Quinns’ youngest is a Syracuse freshman—should be an empty
nest but older siblings are still home, George Pulver’s passing, job and
residence status of children, the second grandchild of the Monteverds and
the obligatory oohing at the photos, Ken almost snapping his neck noticing
two young beauties approaching, the Delaware County Fair, the golf games
of Chay and Kerry, Julie’s new love, Mexican soap operas, cruises on the
Hudson River, the recent nice weather with only one warm spell, paving of
local roads, a Finger Lakes trip, the whereabouts of the Adamses (Europe)
and Pisano & Burhouse (NC), Deb’s art opening, Don’s century,
driveway coatings and costs, visions of Florida, and more that have eluded