As I write this, Hurricane Irene is hauling ass up the East Coast, ready to pummel the Northeast with wind and water. Depending on whose opinion you value, it’s either going to be a really big rainstorm, or absolute Armageddon. So here’s hoping this post is not an “In Memoriam” to the shoreline eateries and attractions I so love.

Anyway. After experiencing White Gate’s amazing farm dinner Thursday night, we made a weekend out of it, staying in Groton and visiting some of Connecticut’s most beautiful seaside towns. We stopped at five farm wineries, ate meals by the water and enjoyed the sun – a surprising bonus, given the original rainy weekend forecast.

Here’s a sampling of the weekend’s good eats:

Watch Hill oysters at Dog Watch Cafe in Stonington. So nice, we ate them twice - Rob ordered a second dozen after we finished the first plate.

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On Thursday, we went to a Dinners at the Farm event at White Gate Farm in East Lyme. We’d purchased our tickets back in February and knew it’d be one of the highlights of our summer.

To answer your question, yes, the event is just that. The multi-course gourmet meal, with produce picked that very day at that very farm, is cooked on the back of a converted 1950s Ford truck. Other ingredients (meats, cheeses, etc.) are sourced from local purveyors. The chefs, led by River Tavern owner Jonathan Rapp, design the menu just a few hours before guests sit down to the first course. It gives new meaning to fresh food.

It’s also a tremendous sensory experience. While you enjoy the exemplary cuisine, you’re also watching the sun sink further in the sky, until your plate is bathed in twilight and a perfect evening air blows lightly through the tent. When you leave, your path back to the parking lot is illuminated by stars.

We were serendipitously seated next to the farm’s owners, Pauline Lord and David Harlow, who could not have been nicer or more gracious. We’re already looking forward to the 2012 season.

I put together a photo gallery for A La Carte, but I fear my photo skills will never do it justice. Click through for pictures of the six courses:

  • Fresh mozzarella with blueberry vinaigrette, marinated beets and mint pesto
  • Raw tuna and heirloom tomato with peach and hot pepper coulis
  • Risotto with clams, cherry tomatoes and parsley
  • Seared scallop with peach, corn, tarragon salad and lobster cream
  • Roast chicken breast with peach and eggplant relish and coleslaw
  • Lime fool with raspberries

Our only qualm was that Connecticut wines were nowhere to be found. Not at cocktail hour, nor served with the meal. A bartender explained that the chefs chose the featured wines (a dry French rose, and a white and red with dinner whose labels I didn’t catch) to pair better with the cuisine.

The owners told us that they’d served Connecticut wines in past years, but that guests had complained about the quality. As a food and wine lover, I understand the desire for compatible pairings. But as a supporter of the Connecticut Wine Trail, I was a bit disappointed by this. You’d think it’d be an opportunity not only to highlight the local vineyard offerings, but also to create courses that would indeed pair with the estate wines grown right here in the Nutmeg State.

No matter what wines are served, Dinners at the Farm is a special outing, and benefits Connecticut’s rich tradition of agriculture. Learn more at their website, dinnersatthefarm.com.


(A big thank you to Kat Kinsman of Eatocracy for giving me the push to finish this blog entry.)

Between daily press pitches and my own personal diet of food blogs and websites, I see a lot of cringeworthy offenses. And at the risk of getting all English-teachery, I decided to document the ones that irritate me the most.

Sneak peak: You’re giving me a furtive apex of your menu? How kind of you. Oh, sneak PEEK. That’s what you meant. (Then write that.)

Palate/palette/pallet: I don’t know at what point these became interchangeable. But they’re not. Palate is the only one that refers to taste.

Resto: “Resto” is a cutesy abbreviation for “restaurant” that needs to die a horrible death. It’s only marginally acceptable on Twitter, with the 140-character limit. And if it’s in your headline, kiss SEO goodbye.

It’s/its: “It’s” is a contraction of “It is.” “Its” is a possessive. I thought we all learned this in elementary school.

Laughable adjectives: A dear friend, Amy Kundrat of CTBites, once asked me to shoot her if she ever used the word “tantalizing” in her food writing. I’m more weary of over-the-top descriptions like “stunning,” “exquisite,” “legendary” “outstanding” and “mouthwatering.” (Let the critics decide that.)

The mother of them all, the misuse of “your” and “you’re”: You could have written the most compelling copy imaginable. But if you’ve titled the press release “Your Invited,” it’s in my deleted items folder as fast as my keystroke can move it there. Not only is that my biggest grammar pet peeve, it’s one of my top 10 pet peeves. And I have a lot of pet peeves.

Honorable mention: Any and all Groupon copywriting. Consider this entry from last week, a 50% discount at a Peruvian restaurant in West Hartford:

“The best way to familiarize oneself with a different country’s culture is to spend 10–15 years in one of its maximum-security prisons, but the second-best way is to taste its cuisine.”

Yeah, now I’m really craving ceviche.

Yesterday I woke up, saw the rain hitting the window, and decided I wasn’t going to do anything more strenuous than operating my stand mixer.

The mixer itself got quite the workout, between a large loaf of French bread and a thrown-together (yet delicious) chocolate buttermilk cake. But it was the sublime batch of fresh fettuccine, courtesy of Rob, that made the night.

We decided to keep the sauce simple, tossing the pasta with sauteed garlic and shallots, good olive oil, lemon juice, white wine, roasted local heirloom tomatoes and zucchini. The silky, light-as-air fettuccine spoke for itself.

Before heading to last night’s Britney Spears show at Hartford’s XL Center (read an entertaining review by my friend Eric Danton here) we fueled up at Vito’s By The Water, taking advantage of the half-price eats at their excellent happy hour.

And in tribute to the former Mouseketeer (or perhaps her pink-wigged opener, Nicki Minaj) I ordered the girliest martini on the planet. Rather, I asked the bartender to make me something with the bar’s massive selection of flavored Pinnacle vodka, and he delivered me the pictured Cotton Candy Cosmo. And it. was. tasty.

I am fully aware of the juxtaposition between my last post and this one, just so you know. Also, my next drink was a beer. (City Steam’s Naughty Nurse.)

Besides my sorority-friendly cocktail, I was even more excited for the Tuesday raw-bar deal: half-price oysters and clams between the hours of 5 and 7 p.m. That means we got this plate of big, briny Blue Points for not quite $13. (And a couple of cherrystones for good measure.)

I also ordered a small eggplant pizza, which rang up at a whopping $5.

I don’t hit happy hour enough, but when I do, I take full advantage. Other must-try happy hour deals are at Max Restaurant Group’s Connecticut locations, where you can find $1 oysters and clams; $2 burgers and $5 small plates with a minimum $5 beverage purchase. It’s one of the advantages of living in the Nutmeg State, since our friends over the border are restricted by Massachusetts’ ban on all things happy.