August 2006 --
Lipperas’ (dt)
7.06 - 7.5, 7.25, 7.2, 7, 7, 7, 7, 6.5
Two
cars worth of Dinner Party of Eight were approaching the Rip Van Winkle Bridge
and, having just dropped off the third car at the Adams house, our choices
appeared to be south or east, and passing the Thruway entrance eliminated Ulster
County. Staying left on Rt. 23 over the bridge eliminated Dutchess County, so I
ventured a guess (as did Judy) that Chatham was likely and I hoped it was
Lipperas’. Silence came from the front seat; not a clue to be given by the
stoics. However, as we slowed in front of Lipperas’, Kriss’ question, “Are
you satisfied, Donald?” was met, in both cars, with an anticipatory yes. ...
Two hours earlier, we had convened at the hosts’ house, the Monteverds,
for the pre-DP8 hors d’oeuvres – a largesse of fruit, vegetables, shrimp,
nuts and chocolate. We easily could have made this dinner but wisely, from
almost four years experience, tempered our appetites. The men sagely examined
the new awning on the deck; don’t be surprised if Ken’s expertise is sought
for another one or two awnings that are now needed! A serving of wine and
G&T satisfied the liquid portion of the pre-session.
Lipperas’ renovated a dilapidated hotel and opened for business last
year; a few of us had been inside, but not partaken of the restaurant fare.
Previously known as the The Chatham House, the building looks like a classic old
inn, but with the Cooperstown-ish touch of porches on both the first and second
stories and with decorative arches between columns on the second floor porch,
which, when lit at night, upon our exit, exuded a warm hospitality.
Food is the major ingredient (OK, our
congenial company is really first) of these monthly visits. The menu revealed
about dozen appetizers and entrees each, all pointing to the new American
eclectic style, with modern touches that provoke discussion.
The chosen entrees included: 1- pork Milanese, prepared flat, (Ken
thought it good to excellent); 2- New York strip steak with mashed potatoes and
spinach (Kriss called it perfect and, considering the difficulty to get
well-done beef, that was something we have not heard in a long time from her);
3- vegetable lasagna (Deb T considered it the best V.L. she has had in a
restaurant); 4- potato-encrusted salmon with grilled asparagus with artistic
presentation (Don enjoyed all, with the sauce adding creamy height to the
salmon); 5- the filet mignon with a topping of crabmeat, sided with Yukon
potatoes and asparagus (Tim deemed all very good); 6- the Asian seafood “frito
misto” – lobster spring roll, crab cake, and two cod pieces (Judy especially
enjoyed the lobster and crab; as did Deb K); and 7- the boneless short ribs,
with mashed potatoes (Chay declared them delicious although only warm upon
delivery). Expectations had been medium-high and Lipperas’delivered
consistently with all the entrees.
The
meal started with the baskets of hearty whole wheat bread, to be savored with
the aromatic olive oil.
Our wine selection go-to person, Tim, ordered two bottles of
Berringer’s Founders Estate Pinot Noir for the five red drinkers, while two
glasses of pinot grigio and one of white zinfandel completed our standard
formation. All quite satisfactory.
Salads
were ordered by five of us – Caesar, artichoke, and strawberry – and all
were a satisfactory first course. No one selected any of the other appetizers
– not a slight, but an after-effect of the Monteverds’ bounty and the desire
to enjoy the entrees fully.
The dessert list felt limited although I found at least three that I
might have ordered. However, someone suggested Dairy Queen, and it being
mid-August, and this night’s air being the perfect idling weather, we passed
on dessert at the restaurant, and later sated our lust for soft ice cream at
Ghent’s Dairy Queen just before their closing time. We loitered for ten
minutes, savoring the summer treat, identifying the Big and Little Dippers,
adding details to previous stories, and interrupting with our usual double
entendres (maybe the night air does that).
But, food is just one of our
criteria. The second, Ambience, was appreciated by all. The exterior was noted
above; it was the interior that is too much to take in at once. The pub/tavern
is on the right as one enters, and it beckons for another night. Although the
lobby is somewhat Victorian, it is the atrium dining area, with its tall
vertical space and second story interior balconies that awe, at first.
(We
spent fifteen minutes previewing, or viewing, the shops upstairs as our table
was being readied. There were about four who enjoyed shopping; there were about
four who did not. Who is in which category is elementary.)
The
main area had been remodeled and had created bold panels of color and lights
that make one look from one scene to the next. The space is a warmly lit,
bold-colored area, somewhat square-ish, and still quite attractive, with panels
of coordinated colors splashing the walls, speaking of comfort and art and
detail and cleanness, the last also reinforced by the polished, refinished
floors. Our table was located in the Fitz-Dugan Room, an large alcove in the
rear, separated by a pair of arch openings, with a one story ceiling, brick
wall, dim lights, and a menagerie of paired paintings, lamps, and sconces.
The round table was much appreciated
and the restaurant’s moderate noise level allowed any of us to hear the
conversation across the table, much of which were continuations of our chatting
at Monteverds’ and from the drive over. Tim and Judy had been to Alaska, Ken
and Kriss to the Thousand Islands, Chay and Deb to Denver (the 50 state
adventure), and Don and Deb to the Finger Lakes. We had more stories than one
dinner could hold.
First impressions are part of
ambience, and key pieces were white linens, good chairs with back support, and
attractive dinnerware. Lighting was pleasant throughout dinner but a couple of
us had difficulty reading the menu, either because of the lighting or the
menu’s font.
A
third ingredient in our experience is service. After a somewhat slow start,
service was excellent. There was a longer wait than we expected in having drink
orders taken and filled and for breads to appear. We like leisurely dining but
had it not been for our nibbling earlier and the anticipation of the details of
our travels, we might have been frustrated.
Once
the salad order was taken, service was nearly as good as we have seen. Peter was
smooth, attentive to our needs, helpful with advice, and never far away when
something was needed. Three other wait staff either cleared plates, filled water
glasses (our compliments to the water-fillers), and delivered meals and salads.
The wait staff performance is a good reflection of the training from management
and was a nice accompaniment to good food and good company. However, Peter was
the star of the show (not to take anything away from the chef) and was one of
the more personable waiters we have encountered. He even kept Ken in regular
supply in coffee, one of our quirks but a test of responsive and agile
consideration, and Peter was up to the test. The ability to make good service
appear almost invisible is a quality we appreciate. (And, good luck, Peter, on
your business venture!)
The fourth ingredient, for some of
us, is value. Lipperas’ prices came in average-high, from our experience (note
the qualifier). The entrees were reasonably priced; it was the salads that some
felt were pricey, especially when added to the entrée. Wine pricing was fair;
although none of us had dessert, these prices appear to be fair. So, with no
appetizers, half of us with salads, and no desserts, the bill, with liquor and
tip, came to $100 per couple, ordinarily an average amount for our outings but a
bit high-average considering what we did not partake in.
As usual, we behaved ourselves, with our usual dives into the entendres.
... some were exasperated by macerated strawberries, and that led to ... (The
situation was exacerbated by the debatable maturations of the reprobates’
unabated riposte.)
Overall,
we had an excellent experience – atmosphere, quality preparation of food,
first rate service – and we went home glad the Monteverds had picked well,
again.