It tasted like a vile combination of ginger ale and black licorice, with accents of soap. Dave, who is a huge fan of the word moxie, and works it into varied situations whether appropriate or not ("That girl has moxie! Those hot air balloons are a sign of good moxie!") said, sadly, "I thought moxie would taste better".
Most charming of all was the historic village of Grafton, Vermont, which boasts a covered bridge and The Grafton Inn, which opened in 1801 and is one of the oldest operating inns in America.
Dave, Brandon Mir and I had dinner in their restaurant, which was very elegant but cozy:
Brandon: It's like dining with the founding fathers!
All of their ingredients are locally sourced, from sustainable purveyors. Dave had the fettuccine with roasted vegetables:
Dave: These vegetables are fresh and kissed by the Vermont sun.
Brandon: Even the root vegetables.
Dave: The plate is colourful, like the Vermont autumn foliage. It's full of moxie, but not the bad beverage moxie.
Brandon had the lobster pie:
He pronounced it soupy and creamy, with a generous internal serving of lobster.
Mir had the rack of lamb with cheddar mash:
It was as expected, though there was a distinct lack of cheddar in the cheddar mash, more a hint o' cheddar.
All in all the food was solid, nothing earth shaking, but combined with the period atmosphere it still made for a great night. Definitely recommended.
Gaby, those pics were just beautiful, I'd love to live in that little street in the first picture.
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I am losing my mind, I saw Aero and a cobbled street, then wrote my comment and now an evil genie is forcing me to live in a can of Moxie - it's all gone wrong!
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