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Wednesday evening summer gathering of fourteen convened
at Port of Call at Catskills Point this hot July
evening. Typically, the last few years, we have gathered
at the Monteverds pool but circumstances suggested
We started at Dock Street Station, the outdoor bar across the street, with one of the most expansive views of the Hudson Rivernorthward to the RVW Bridge and beyond, down river almost to Germantown, and then across the Catskill Creek. We stayed as still as possible in the 90 degree heat and blaring 6 p.m. sun, tried to catch every waft of breeze possible, sipped something cool, and waited for the crew to arrive.
Forty-five minutes later, we loitered to Port of Call, checked in at the maître d desk before being allowed to take our seats on the end of the deck. Two rows of seven lined the connecting tables, the lowering sun glinting in the eyes of several for about twenty minutes.
PoCs menu is classic Hudson River: 10 appetizers (seafood and wings and onion soup), a half dozen salads, lobster, fifteen entrées (seafood and two meats), another half dozen Italian offerings (Frank Guido owns PoC), and burgers and wraps.
Most of the selections were deemed good to
excellent, with a few satisfactory.
The Notars and Karneses shared a calamari appetizer. A side salad accompanied entrées for an extra chargehouse salad for four dollars, the Caesar for an extra six dollars, and both were sizable enough to be worth the additional.
A dessert menu was offered but we again did not partake.
Ambiance was, well, outdoors. We viewed the restaurant
interior on the way in, as they had to count heads before
they would seat us. (They have been stood up too many
times to take reservations.)
Service by Natalia was exemplarytaking food and
drink orders for fourteen of us plus the other tables she
serviced, delivering, checking back, exhibiting warm
hospitality demeanor, all was complimented by DP14. She
is a credit to Port of Call.
With fourteen present, capturing a broad view is nigh to impossible, and I will leave it at that. The one note was a wish of good health to the upcoming second Monteverdean grandchild. (Since this writing, it has happened! Congrats, Grandma & Grandpa.)
Happy summer to all.