Of course, I checked out the Rutherford Grill on Yelp before we arrived and everyone was talking about their cornbread. Not one to say no to bread in any shape or form, I had to try it. It was just the right amount of sweet and savory, crispy and moist. Gosh darn perfection.
Yes, I want less bad coffee.
Then Michael decided to put me to shame and write a really profound card.
We were also visited by this handsome guy while we tasted. Apparently tongues out is the signature pose of the animals of Dutch Henry.
We drank too much wine, tested the meats (which were ah-mazing), indulged in the seasonal pumpkin bread pudding, and scoped out our next day’s travels.
Oh, vacation. I loved you and miss you.