Be It Ever So Humble…..

We just returned from a fantastic weekend with friends in Newport, Rhode Island.  If you’ve been following, you have read of our adventures and have seen some pics of great food.  The food yesterday was no exception!

We began our day later than usual and with a continental breakfast at the hotel (this was not the good food part, but it wasn’t bad); but once we got in full swing, there was no stopping us!  We left the hotel, bundled up and began the Cliff Walk.  The weather was perfect.  The skies were bright blue and although it was a little windy, the temperature was in the 40’s which made for a great walk!

Cliff View

We meandered from Memorial Avenue to The Breakers and back.  Unfortunately, the entire Cliff Walk isn’t open due to some storm damage from Sandy.  We missed what we affectionately refer to as Rice Krispie Beach and we missed our favorite part – walking over the boulders that make up the far end of the “trail.”  We heard from a shop owner (but did not confirm) that it will take approximately $8 million to make the necessary repairs.

Pesce

If you ask me, it will be worth every penny.  The Cliff Walk in Newport, Rhode Island is one of my favorite places on earth.  You get to be outdoors with a terrific view of the water.  The wind and salt air kiss your face and the homes along the way are breathtaking.  All my senses are delighted when I walk the Cliff Walk and I am enveloped by a sense of calm and peace that I haven’t found anywhere else on earth!

We walked for about an hour and a half and worked up an appetite.  Fortunately, our group travel agent (my husband, Jeff) listened to everyone’s culinary desires, came up with a plan for brunch, and made reservations while we walked. He’s amazing!

Click here to see pics from our journey along The Cliff Walk!

Just before we got back in the car to drive to the restaurant, we stopped to gather some shells on the beach.  I always like to bring back a little something from nature when I travel.  The little trinkets remind me of places I’ve visited.

Fully stocked with shells and rocks from Easton’s Beach (a.k.a. First Beach), we drove a short distance to Perro Salado on Charles Street.  We hadn’t tried this restaurant previously but this trip was one of firsts, so we gave it a whirl.  And are we ever glad we did.

Brunch Steeple Puerto

We started with a pitcher of Prickly Pear Margaritas and an order of Guacamole. Mmm mmm mmm.

Prickly Pear Margaritas

Then came the main event – our brunch entrées. Everyone mmm’d while we ate and our normally lively conversation was replaced with, “Here, try this” and “Sure, I’ll taste it – pass it over.”  A pitcher of margaritas split six ways goes quickly so when our glasses were nearing the bottom, we ordered a pitcher of Blood Orange Margaritas.

Although everyone was more than satisfied with their entrée choice, the undisputed winner was Jeff G’s Fish Tacos.  When we return to Perro Salado I’m sure there will be more than one order of the Fish Tacos on the table!

The country music that was playing in the background inspired some very off-key singing by our table, but to our delight the other diners were not horrified by our behavior.  In fact, the baby at the next table gave us a quizzical look and danced along!

Holly Mexicano

Just when we thought we couldn’t eat another thing, the waitress came and asked if we’d like dessert.  We all agreed that we would skip it, but I had to find out what they were offering.  I still haven’t decided if I’d call asking about the desserts a mistake; but as the waitress was describing the Salted Caramel Tres Leches Cake all eyes at the table began to glass over and I knew there was no way we were leaving without giving that cake a try!  We ordered one piece with six forks and passed it around.  Amazingly the plate made it all the way around the table three times and no one lost a limb.  It was worth the extra calories – although when you share one piece of cake among six people, the calorie count diminishes quickly!

Salted Caramel Tres Leches Cake

After brunch, the guys walked back to the hotel while the girls took off for a little shopping excursion.  We went to one of my favorite shops in town – The Beach House in Middleown. I really enjoy going there every time I visit Newport.  They have beautiful gift items, home decor, serving pieces and jewelry.  After the Beach House, Holly made a stop at Alex and Ani while Jen and I waited outside and took some beautiful pics of the sunset.

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Inspired by the oranges and pinks in the sky, the girls took a quick trip out Ocean Drive to watch the sun dip below the horizon and then headed back to the hotel to meet up with the guys. We hung out together and relaxed – watching football, listening to music, reading, surfing the web, and generally enjoying one another’s company.

Finally around half past seven the bellies began growling and we made a plan for dinner.  Take out and hang out!  We got pizza and wings from Nicholas Pizza and salads and sundaes from The Brick Alley Pub.  We put everything on the table in the kitchen and it was a free-for-all!  Just the kind of relaxing night you want to spend with friends.

Then this morning we headed for home.  We hit the road around 9:30 and made a stop in Fairfield, CT for lunch (Super Duper Weenie – AGAIN – of course) and then one pit stop outside of Allentown.  After dropping off the Feltys and the Horitzs, Jeff and I pulled into our driveway at about 5:00 p.m.

It was a truly fantastic trip! We had the best of everything – good food, good friends, lots of laughs.  Our culinary adventure was varied – from a nice dinner out at The Salvation Cafe, a fun dinner in with Mark and Tracy (friends from church who moved to Newport last year), and a relaxing dinner in sweats.  We had a walk on The Cliff Walk, shopping in downtown Newport, a trip to The Beach House.  The food ranged from Anthony’s lobster rolls to Mexican to funky gourmet! To shamelessly sum up our weekend in a phrase – mmm mmm mmm!

But as much fun as the weekend was, the trip home was long and by the time we finally got out of the car, we really needed to stretch our legs.  As I’m sure Dorothy would agree – there’s no place like home!

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