Inn on the Lake May 2015
|The path looked familiar as
Ken weaved his way to Warners Lake and found a
parking spot in the crowded lot of Maple Inn on the Lake,
a site last visited by DP8 in March 2003 when it was the
Scholz-Zwicklbauer Hofbrau (Karnes pick #2).
MIL is quite a throwbackfrom interior, ambience, menu.
The menu, filling both sides of a large laminated sheet, provides something for everyone, from pizza, Italian cuisine, good ole American deep fried appetizers, a range of salads, and a spread of the basic American favorites.
Six of us must have been Hofbrau-nostalgic, ordering either the Wiener Schnitzel or the Sauerbraten, both accompanied by potato pancakes, red cabbage and applesauce. It must have been the potato pancakes that stole our attention, and most of us agreed the pancakes were as good as we had hoped. It was good comfort food. (DT, DT, DK, LP, RB, KeM)
Chay ordered the Cajun shrimp alfredopenne pasta in the obligatory sauce, with a bit of mushrooms, red peppers, and tomatoes. Good, even if there might have been more shrimp.
And Kriss ordered the sirloin steak, sided by a baked potato, also to her satisfaction.
One of the throwbacks was the inclusion of salad bar with the entrées. Although some restaurants still promote a salad bar, this salad bar might have been the same type as the one we had a dozen years ago, or forty years ago. Two greens, a jug of sliced onions, some green peppers, croutons, and a couple other items. And there was the choice of meatball minestrone soup, good enough.
Service was, well, earnest and sincere. We kept trying to figure out if there were too few servers for the crowd this evening. It took gads of time for the courses to arrive, and we almost had to intrude ourselves to ask for water, for refills, for coffee, for everything. After a while, we felt we were hunting down our server, and even Don declined dessert, afraid of how much longer dinner would take if a dessert order was placed. So, for a rare happenstance, with no one else seeming to want to wait, no desserts for a dp8 event. One dinner appeared to be forgotten and arrived late, and then our bill at the end charged nine dinners.
The drink order consisted of two beers, two sodas, and four wine glasses for the two bottles of Malbec. A bottle price of $18 for a $10 bottle is one of the smallest mark-ups we have encountered.
The star of the show is the wall of windows facing Warners Lake, a pleasant view of lapping waves pushed by the evenings south wind. Near dark, a wave of rain approached and then engulfed the view. I would go back just to sit on the deck on a comfortable afternoon.
Ambience is 1960s knotty-pine. Our
room was a cavernous 80 x 40, with pine
floors, knotty pine siding, with a soundproof board
sloping roof of ten feet before the soundproof board
spans the remaining thirty feet of ceiling. Sturdy
looking curved-end beams stretch the same distance. Five
wagon wheels, each with five globes provide the lighting
for the center of the room, while recessed lighting hides
behind knotty pine scalloped-edge trim.
The final bill came to $63 per couple, a nice value for comfort food and pleasant setting. All of us would return, perhaps hoping for faster service next time.
The evening had started at the
Monteverd home, and with Lynda and Ross joining us.