My grandma never really cooked much when my mom was growing up, she in the 1960s was a career women. My mom says she got her love of cooking and trying new things from my grandpa. He had served in World War II and Korea. I think that all the traveling he did gave him an appreciation for variety. Maybe he just had military rations in Korea or the South Pacific but in my mind I conjure up images of him eating exotic fare for a guy from Struthers, Ohio. When I was little we called him the pancake man. We would visit once a week usually on Wednesdays and he would make the best "silver dollar pancakes" as he called them; small, fluffy, light, wonderful little cakes served with softened butter (my grandmas contribution) and Mrs. Butterworth's syrup.
This may have been some of the motive behind my mom's creative culinary skills and unique love of food. It continued into dining out as well and even though I may have taken a detour to get here, it is the theme behind this story. As a family we also love to travel and when we did as children with our parents they always tried to take us out to a nice place to eat. I mean an upscale fine dining establishment, a fine china, classy dress up kind of place. This was no easy feat with the four of us but my parents did it anyway, and now I really appreciate the effort they put forth.
Back in the early 90's on one of our many trips to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, my mom found a house she fell in love with. She was always dreaming of moving to the beach. It was a unique property, the house was nestled into the land with old gnarly oak trees, so sculpture-like around the home. Little did we know at that time another mom was doing the same thing, and dreaming of it being her family's restaurant. I still remember the day my mom saw that someone had bought "her" house, by the next time we made it back to OBX it was a restaurant. My mom and dad were the first to dine there, testing the waters so to speak to see if it was family friendly. After their first dining experience at The Colington Café, my mom as she relates the story today, "Wishes they would have taken the kids". With the modest prices, gourmet cuisine and family oriented ambience it was a slam dunk. Every year since when at the Outer Banks they did take us there.
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Our whole family's first Colington Cafe experience |
The Colington Café circa 1997. Just 3 months after our wedding. My parents, cousin, two brothers, sister and that is Eric and I on front right. |
So we continue to go here not only because of the family tradition, but because the wonderful food and service keeps drawing us back. My mouth waters when I think of the scallops rumaki, the she crab bisque, or the mixed grille. As their website states, all entrees are served with the chef's choice of accompaniments which is usually a starch, such as garlic mashed redskins, and the vegetable du jour. They have nightly seasonal specials that are as creative as they are appealing to the palate. The Cafe takes advantage of the local products. They serve the freshest fish, scallops, and other seafood with a French flair. For the carnivores in the group they have lovely filets, steaks, pork and chicken dishes. The wine list will impress any oenophile and the prices are exceptional. We may go here every year when we vacation but I never tire of it. As is family tradition we always take a picture of our group at The Colington Café. It is usually outdoors in the lovely oaks or around the dinner table. Try it if you ever vacation in the area. It is never surpassed and you will not be disappointed. Thank you Colington Café for the memories and the meals. Bon appetit!
Check out The Colington Café's website to learn more about their unique history, view menus, wine lists, pictures of their dishes and much more. http://www.thecolingtoncafe.com/outer-banks-restaurant.html
Left to right: My Aunt and Uncle, Sister, Me, Eric, Mom, Dad, My Bro around the oaks June 2005 |
I have a few details to add to the part about me tossing the broccoli under the hutch! One Saturday morning when I was still quite young I went down into my parents bedroom. Mom said in a sing-song way as she was laying in bed, "Justin, I have a present for you!" I was overjoyed! Mom had never given me a present on a Saturday morning. This was very out of the ordinary, what could it be? "Oh mommy! What is it?" I pleaded. I guess my delight made it impossible for me to grasp the wry tone in her voice when she said, "It is in the refrigerator. Go take a look." So I scampered off and swung open the door, scanning all of the contents. That was quite a chore as it was generally well stocked. Nevertheless, all I saw was a bowl of somewhat shriveled broccoli florets coated in what looked to be dust and spider webs. Still not realizing that my scheme was found out, I walked back into the bedroom. I was so excited about this gift, whatever it was, and really this was the first time my own mother had played a trick on me. So, I was completely unprepared for my mother's reply when I told her that I only saw a bowl of broccoli - "That is IT you little brat! And you're gonna eat it for breakfast!"
ReplyDeleteWell, that story always brings a smile to my lips. Of course, I didn't have to eat it, she just gave me a good scare and I never threw anything under the hutch again.