The menu includes varied offerings like jumbo scallops, rack of lamb and a double grilled pork chop. It also has a kid’s menu with items like grilled cheese, spaghetti and chicken fingers.
We arrived at the restaurant at 6:30pm our first night, which sounds early to eat dinner on vacation but not when you take into account a toddler who still thinks it’s Eastern Standard Time. According to Mazzy, it was 9:30pm which is almost two hours past her bedtime.
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t incredibly worried about how our dinner would progress. Mazzy tends to lose it, both at restaurants and when she is kept up late, so the combo was sure to make for an eventful evening.
Luckily, our server quickly provided us with crayons and a kid’s placemat in need of coloring.
Soon after that, delicious dinner rolls straight out of the oven arrived at our table which made everybody happy, including me.
For my appetizer, I opted to get the Hot House Tomato which was a layered tomato mozzarella salad. My mother got the Azul Mixed Greens which came with a delicious mustard dressing. Mazzy continued to happily chow down on her dinner roll. Or, more accurately, lick the butter off that I spread on it for her.
For entrees, my mother got the Black Angus Beef Ribeye, Mazzy got the spaghetti and I got the Grilled Whole Seabass.
Everything was delicious. Mazzy even shared my mother’s steak which is the second time ever that she has ate red meat (not for lack of offers). I have no idea what inspired her.
We got sides of grilled asparagus and roasted brussel sprouts which we ate hungrily.
But of course, we saved room for dessert.
Mazzy was so far pretty well behaved and she really deserved a treat after a tough day of traveling.
We got her a bowl of chocolate ice cream and my mother and I split the Warm Molten Chocolate Torta. (How could we possibly get anything else?
Unfortunately, I took Mazzy for a little walk outside while waiting for dessert and when I got back my mother had already eaten half the torta, totally ruining my picture.
But then again, I can’t really blame her.