In the Finger Lakes we stayed in Geneva, at White Springs Manor, the overflow for Belhurst Castle.
Belhurst, we found, makes pretty decent wines. This turned out to be a lot less unique than I expected, and we found a lot of pretty good wine in the area, and many, many wineries. Mostly Dry to sweet whites, made in a German style, and some light reds, the best of which were made of Cabernet Franc, but there were also some semi-sweet to sweet reds made with a variety of US grapes. In addition to Belhurst, we enjoyed wines from Anthony Road, Fox Run, Dr. Frank, and a few others.
For food, we started with the fancy dining room at Belhurst, Edgar's. A strange thing happened here, which was repeated a bit less aggressively the next night - when we mentioned we were from Chicago, the server became almost apologetic about the food, and the provincial aspect of the place. Won't speculate on the reasons for this, but it did happen.
Edgar's was not good. Everything was a bit overblown, overdone, and overreached, so I advise you not to go. I ordered a chop with wild mushrooms and pancetta. What I got was a reasonable, but not great, piece of meat completely buried under shreds of ham. I could have made a meal out of a sort of mushroom ham hash, but I ended up scraping it off because it was not good pancetta, and even if it was, I did not want a mound of it.
The next day, after some wine, and a haul up the Glen in Watkins Glen, we were wandering around the east side of Seneca Lake, and passed a farmhouse with a sign saying, simply, "Suzanne [i]Fine Regional Cuisine[u] 5-9 Thursday-Sunday." It had me hooked, and tho it was Friday at 4, the bride and I agreed to return after a short detour.
Before we return, the high point of this trip was actually a visit to the Glen Curtiss museum, in Hammondsport. The museum itself was a bit overwhelming, sort of like visiting someone's attic if they happened to be an aviation pioneer, who also set land speed records, invented the motor home, was one of the first developers of Florida, etc. It could use a good curator, who would whip the mementos of this larger than life life into some form of organized narrative, but the place was full of lots of cool toys from the bicycles he started out by racing, to the motorcycle he set the land speed record with, to the first flying boat, to the first motorhome. Basically, the guy liked going fast and building things. He parlayed that into becoming the high speed motor guru, and a few other things. It is worth the trip. More here:
http://aviation-heritage.com/eZine/Bio03.htm and here
http://www.linkny.com/~curtiss/.
On our way back to Suzanne, we stopped by Cowlick's Cheese, also near Lodi. Nice guy, has just been making cheese for a year or so. Nothing exciting, tho, his best cheese being Alpine Lace, creamy and bland. He makes gelato, too, which was much better and besides visiting with Andrew and the cows, that would be the reason to stop by. We did pick up some pretty good butter from Hillcrest Dairy in Moravia, and he was selling some other local products including some more flavorful cheeses, but Suzanne was calling me.
Cowlick Farm
1 mile south of Lodi (adn a couple of miles north of Suzanne)
Route 414
Lodi, NY
Turns out Gourmet had done a piece in July featuring many of the places we visited, including Suzanne. Still have not seen it, but if you can find it there may be more. Suzanne has a catering business in Jersey, and this is her summer country home. Beautful house on a hill looking west over Seneca Lake (which afforded us a beautiful sunset while dining). As fervently hoped, the cuisine was a minimally interventionist take on the glories of local produce and wine. The high point, by far, was a golden gazpacho - pulp of heirloom tomatos with the slightest touch of seasoning poured over a small pile of diced herbs (cilantro, parsley, mostly) and vegetables (onion, cucumber, etc), with a dollop of cream in the middle. Rather than mixing, I enjoyed the tomato bliss (what a great year for tomatos this has been), and then picked up bits of other flavors when I wished to. The Bride's take on a Caprese was also a tomato celebration, but the tomatos were not as perfect as I would have hoped, and someone had gotten carried away with the vinaigrette. For the main courses, the protein was also surrounded by perfectly and lovingly prepared vegetables. Suzanne's website also provides a decent guide to some area places if you want to go.
http://www.suzannefrc.com/index.html
I will go back.
Continuing this theme, we next headed up to the Lake Ontario shore west of Rochester the next day, and wandered through fruit orchards and farmstands for a couple of hours on our way to Niagara, which the bride had never visited. I am still working my way through the plums, blackberries and peaches we secured. Somewhere around there, west of Niagara on the Lake on route 18, north side, an old West Virginia hillbilly (moved there in '59, but you wouldn't know it by speaking with him) named Murph has a farmstand that you should stop at. Great variety of produce he grows there, often you can catch him hauling in a load to put on the stand. You will recognize it: cause the front yard looks like the hills, a jumble of tables, chairs, coolers, and just junk. This was my second visit to Murph, and I plan to always stop when passing through.
Brief travel tip - if you can, approach Niagara from the north and east. Hit the farmstands, visit Fort Niagara, wend your way down the parkway, and up the gorge. No crowd, and so much more scenic than the highways through Buffalo.
The trip ended with disappointment. I had been anticipating a stop at Beirut in Toledo for a week, but was not sure how the schedule would work. We managed to hit Toledo around 7pm on a Saturday, so I was worrying about how long we would have to wait for a table. As we approached I was eyeing the parking lot for an indication, hoping it would not be totally full on a holiday weekend, and it was totally empty. Confusion, then recognition, and despair - the sign said, closed for the holiday. We stopped at a place called the Pita Express, because I wanted something Middle Eastern
. Think Subway, with pita. I ordered the chicken gyros pita with tomatos, onions, feta and tzatziki. Hard to understand how it was so bland, but stay tuned, because this concept may be coming soon to a corner near you!
Since we had not dined excessively and taken our fill of Lebanese wine, we just drove straight through to home, apparently providing an unpleasant surprise for the son, who was planning on one more night of solitary splendor.
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Feeling (south) loopy