Yup, unique!
Upon entering, one cannot help but gawk in amused
wonderment at the ceiling. Gray-brown, cave ceiling
wavy-bumpy, with hundreds of stalactites
dripping. ... no other DP8 restaurant can boast such
immediate ambiance. It was cool, or retro, or innovative,
or in-keeping-with-Howes-Cavern, or 60s-ish, or
.
ok, done with that.
The menu is humungous, bordering on a good diner combined
with a sports bar & grill combined with a basic
fine-eating establishment. Twenty appetizers, half a
dozen soups, half a dozen salads, pizza, fifteen
sandwiches & paninis & wraps, ten styles of
burgers, and five to ten entrées each in the chicken,
seafood, Italiano, beef, pork & lamb, and seafood
categories. Whew!
We finally settled on:
==>sea bass
special, chili-Thai glaze (Mark & Don: good fish,
fresh, we thought; tasty & ok topping; fresh mashed
potatoes, I think, although Mark ordered a baked potato;
and a so-so vegetable medley)
==>baked lobster
tail with blue crab stuffing; choice of baked, mashed or
fries (as accompanied all the dinners); veggie medley
(Joyce & Deb T: lobster was ok-good, a bit dry;
stuffing ehh; both liked the mood-light candle
that served as the butter warmer
==>fried shrimp
(Chay: good; five large shrimp, with fries)
==>sausage &
chicken al forno (Kerry: ok, an experimental try for him;
large portion, enough for doggie bag; ...)
==>herb chicken
Italiano: chicken with mushrooms, eggplant, tomatoes,
herbs & spice (Julie: good; doggie bag big enough to
feed family of four)
==>beef Wellington
(Deb K: very good, tenderloin cooked right, pastry done
right)
All of this came after a rare splurge of appetizers, the sizes of which
could have almost served eight for dinner. We ordered:
==>bruschetta: a
heaping twelve inch plate with five five-inch slices of
bread, drizzled with oil and garlic (did I say garlic!?),
surrounding a heap of tomatoes, onions, herbs, garlic
that had an enjoyable bite; the
crispy in the menus bread description
never happened, but we liked it anyway.
==>spinach-artichoke
dip: another twelve inch platter, with a bowl of baked
creamy dip, with a heap of tri-color corn chips (and not
the crispy baguettes on the menu
==>bubbly seafood
dipa combo of lobster, shrimp, and crab, baked in
cheese, served on another twelve inch platter, with the
chips instead of the menus baguettes
(Many of us strained to pass the plates around, attesting
to the weight of the plates.)
I think the knowledge that dinner
came with soup or salad bar caused throwing caution and
responsibility to the wind as we kept piling up the
appetizer order.
The dinner accompaniments were:
==>the roasted
tomato bisque with smoked gouda filled a hefty mug-bowl
that Kerry, Deb K, Joyce, and Don enjoyed;
==>Mark, Chay, Deb
T, and Julie opted for the salad bar, a rare occurrence
(the bar) in the modern setting but it fit Caverns
Palace. (The last salad bar we could remember was at
Laneys, a long-ish time ago.) And it was a nice,
basic-good bar, with bread to be sliced, greens, two
pasta salads, a potato salad, and another half dozen
bowls of choices to make
Then, the siren call of dessert
wailed but half of us were sated by this time:
==>pass
Mark, Deb K;
==>coffee
Joyce;
==>Sambuca
who else?;
==>chocolate
mousse cake Don: an average cake but good enough
to end the evening; Julie liked it
==>coffee
crème brûlée Deb T: ehhh, a good try
==>apple
pie Kerry: good, warm, drizzle of caramel
For DP8, we had enough choices for a
suitable DP8 dinner; and if one wanted only a sandwich or
soup some night, CP is a worthy casual choice.
The wine list was a bit more
varied than one finds at most places (and with very
modest mark-ups, also). Our first bottle was a Zacharias
Vineyard 2010 Ambelo-Phos (Greek Red - 90% Assyrtiko),
and Mark ordered a Casa Larga NV Cab-Merlot (a Finger
Lakes wine). (Tim, you best hustle back, a bunch of
people are getting practice being wine stewards!) Both
were good choices for the five red wine drinkers. A
couple sodas and a beer filled the list.
Our waiter,
Jen, was very good convivial, attentive, friendly,
assertive (in a good way), and strong (had to be with the
weight of the plates).
Ambience
(once you adjusted to being in a caveok, only the
ceiling) is a modern, airy feel, aided by the
surround-a-mid-wall bank of windows overlooking Howes
Caverns hillside visible across the valley, with
the classic lettering still writ large enough to read
even a half-mile away.
CPs main entry feeds you toward the greeter, with
the bar twenty feet beyond, a salad bar just a few feet
away to the left, with booths along the roadside wall,
banquettes along the back wall not already taken by the
bar, and then two rooms visually separated by décor and
a large door frame. We occupied the whole center of the
left-hand room and it was heaven for us. (The right-hand
room, we learned later, as seen in the photo, was a
double row of booths.) Although most of the middle
section was full, our end room was solely ours, even
though another fifteen seats were available.
We
sat four on the side, with three wider-than-usual tables
placed together, graced with fiber mats, a place setting
wrapped in a paper napkin, and a centerpiece
of an unlit votive candle, a salt and pepper shaker
match, and a small bowl of sugar packets. Sturdy chairs
were comfortable the night-long. A synthetic wide-board
floor assemblage was mostly not noticeable. A lot of
brown, dark brown, and cave pictures/representation
comprised the interior color scheme.
Lighting in our room was recessed, creating a cave-ish
effect on the wavy ceiling, and the same was true for the
booths and banquettes in the main middle room. However,
lighting of the main room, running down the center peak,
was created by clusters of four hanging semi-globular
lights, each with its own rod, of different levels, of
different colors, reminding us of floating sea urchins,
each cluster about fifteen feet part. It was
nifty
....
We
asked for water around, and out came glasses and two
pitchers of ice water, set on the table for us to pour.
In fact, even the wine bottles came opened, but corked,
and we poured as we needed. Classy-diner-ish. Noise
level, even with white noise in the background, was as
quiet as any place we have been, and much appreciated.
Perhaps, it was the ceiling absorbing the noise.
The bill came to $85 per couple, a darn good deal for the
gobs of food we ate, including tax, drink and tip.
The evening had started at the
Teator house, where three cheeses awaited (everyone
learned quickly which was the jalapeno), along with salsa
and taboule waiting for the blue chips, a small plate of
cooked shrimp with red sauce, and cauliflower and
broccoli with some ranch dip. ...
Of
course, the change of cast of characters smacks the
Karneses and Teators, but the Notars and Quinns filled in
quite capably and congenially, making for another
enjoyable evening. So, we spent about five minutes
speculating what the southerners were doing,
based on phone calls, emails, and Facebook.
Conversations drifted from Zs memorial (and
Chays and Kerrys part in it), a little more
about Z, a cool weather week behind us and ahead of us,
retirement, the enormous pressure to retire exerted on
Kerry from two unnamed sources, school stuff,
Princeton Plan, more DE stuff as we drove past it,
Christopher, the Quinn kids and challenges,
Africa & Bridget, Julies work, Deb Ks
work, not bicycling, Kalli and cats, Julies rescue
dog efforts, Niagara Falls & Notars, Canadian Niagara
wine, silly wine sales laws, Nathan and house, Hurricane
Irene, Schoharie and how many houses were dark when we
drove through, golfing, HS baseball season, retirement
(again, but not for Julie, for a loooong time).
A...
Thank you, Mark and Joyce, and Kerry and Julie, for
rounding out the 8 this evening, and we
original, home-anchoring 4 look forward to catching up
with the traveling 4 and our usual ways in April.
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