It is a sad truth that a girl cannot live on fried seafood and ice cream alone. God knows that during Cape Cod summers I sure have tried. And yes, with my high level consumption of both clam chowder and Black Raspberry ice cream, I’m definitely getting enough calcium, but occasionally I crave something that won’t make it impossible to fit into my jeans. And when this time comes, my first destination is the wonderful and elegant Japanese restaurant Inaho – located on Route 6A in Yarmouth Port. (more…)
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As I sat on the porch at Ice Cream Cafe in Orleans, greedily demolishing my cone of Peppermint Stick, I wondered to myself if I had been too quick to declare, as I had done on this blog two months earlier, that Four Seas serves the best ice cream on Cape Cod.
When I visited the Ice Cream Cafe, I did so with a bit of childish skepticism. I knew my favorite ice cream place, and this wasn’t it, so why was I here? And when I saw the woman in front of me in line receive her ice cream in a chocolate dipped waffle cone with a topping of gummy bears (making her cone look more like a Pop-Art installation than a delicious dessert) I questioned the sanity of both the scooper and the customer. Gummy bears on ice cream? Is nothing sacred? But it was my turn to order, so I stuck with a standard that I’ve been ordering at Four Seas since the age of three – Peppermint Stick in a sugar cone, and, for the love of all that is holy, please hold the gummy bears. (more…)
When it comes to dining on the Cape, I’m happiest when things are kept simple. All I need is a stellar location and some fresh food that’s cooked well. So, when I get the chance to eat out, and the weather behaves, my favorite place to go is the Sesuit Harbor Cafe, a well-kept secret tucked away amongst the towering boats in a Dennis marina. The views are outstanding, the napkins are paper towels, the tables are of the picnic variety, and the food (well, most of it anyway) is outstanding, golden-fried seafoody goodness. (more…)
I hope I’m not alone in feeling slightly stupefied by “The 99 Best Things to Eat on the Cape” article in the June issue of Cape Cod Magazine. My suspicion over the magazine’s choices starts as early as their #2 selection – namely, the Bread Cone and Dip from Not Your Average Joe’s – written up as, “fresh soft bread dipped into its simple olive oil, garlic, and grated Romano cheese dip.” Now, if the second best thing to eat on the Cape is bread and oil at the Hyannis Mall, then please let me never dine out here again. And, even if the cloud’s part, the angels sing, and God himself feels present in the flavor and sumptuousness of eating oil-soaked bread at the mall, I still call foul. Not Your Average Joe’s is, after all, a chain restaurant (a small Massachusett’s based chain, but a chain nonetheless) and whatever its culinary charms may be, it is not at all representative of our local food culture. So how, pray-tell, can it be #2?
As if a nasty spell had been lifted, the weather became suddenly glorious today. The rain stopped falling, the cold air turned soft and gentle, and even that shy sun of ours finally decided to come out of hiding – transforming today’s cloudy morning into a rather spectacular afternoon. I decided to celebrate by visiting the Falmouth Farmers Market. And, clearly, I wasn’t the only one who thought going to the market was a clever notion. The place was packed and the collective mood was bright. (more…)
I love hotel bars. They feel posh and glamorous, slightly surreptitious and kind of old fashioned. The fancier the hotel, the better. Sure, I can’t afford to stay at these places, and, granted, I cringe at the drink prices, but, besides watching a black and white Cary Grant movie, a trip to a chic hotel bar is the easiest way I know to access that ever elusive feeling called sophistication. So, in need of a taste of the good life, I headed out to the luxurious Chatham Bars Inn – named by Boston Magazine as the best hotel on the Cape. Unfortunately, the experience, just like this weather, left me feeling a little cold and slightly beleaguered.
Epically rainy, chilly weather aside, yesterday marked the Summer Solstice – the official beginning of the summer – but, for most people on the Cape, Memorial Day weekend is when our summer season starts. Traffic increases, seasonal stores (shuttered for the long winter months) reopen, and everyone girds themselves, with mixed emotions, for the tourist onslaught. (Please note the charming bumper stickers on local cars and trucks such as, “Tourists – Can’t Live with Them, Can’t Shoot Them”). Ever since I was a kid, I have looked forward to Memorial Day weekend. And not because it meant the warm days were coming and school was ending, but because, in my young, sugar-fueled mind, it meant my Mecca of childhood joy, Four Seas Ice Cream in Centerville, was open for the season. Every year, since 1934, come Memorial Day, Four Seas Ice Cream has been serving, in my humble opinion, the best ice cream on Cape Cod. (more…)