St Clements
St Clements; not easy to find. Not in the phone book. Not known by telephone directory personnel either
. Quick call to friends. It's where? Its name? We were missing a few important details. Down a dusty, unsealed, road, just on dusk. How far? At best; a guesstimate -- a few kilometres. We searched for a light or signage of some sort. Up on a hill was another clue we'd been given. A confident right turn off the gravel. Could this be it? We wound our way to the top of the drive. Car parking, ea
sy as ... Hope this is it. Tentative entry through the cellar door. Yes, this is St Clements. Luigi greeted and seated us at a table inside the windows. Windows that rose to the full height of the timbered ceiling. A curved ceiling of new timbers. Timbers that shone in the setting sun, stretched overhead. A table set as if we were back in Italy. Blue and white gingham. I was having a memory. Luigi presented menus and the daily specials. Such a fine evening in a relax
ed setting. We knew that Anne and Gary had been right in recommending St Clements. Our return dinner was the very next week and this time all four of us were treated to an evening of beautiful food, a pictorial visit to Luigi's home town back in Italy. For the novice, Luigi sings whilst he pours drinks, preps dinner or as he delivers each course. A place to enjoy an evening of good conversation with Luigi as your host and Chef Daniel surprising the palate. I have decided not to mention the grappa. OMG. Whew!!! Alcohol to burn. Metaphorically speaking. My throat still recalls the sensation. The size of the demijohn should have prepared me for the arrival of the grappa from mouth to throat. I am intrigued as to how one would ever consider a second shot of grappa. Perhaps the jug had been in Luigi's family for generations. I would definitely not recommend driving afterwards, Walking was harder than I remembered upon our arrival. Thank you Luigi and Daniel. We will return one night soon
. Quick call to friends. It's where? Its name? We were missing a few important details. Down a dusty, unsealed, road, just on dusk. How far? At best; a guesstimate -- a few kilometres. We searched for a light or signage of some sort. Up on a hill was another clue we'd been given. A confident right turn off the gravel. Could this be it? We wound our way to the top of the drive. Car parking, ea
sy as ... Hope this is it. Tentative entry through the cellar door. Yes, this is St Clements. Luigi greeted and seated us at a table inside the windows. Windows that rose to the full height of the timbered ceiling. A curved ceiling of new timbers. Timbers that shone in the setting sun, stretched overhead. A table set as if we were back in Italy. Blue and white gingham. I was having a memory. Luigi presented menus and the daily specials. Such a fine evening in a relax
ed setting. We knew that Anne and Gary had been right in recommending St Clements. Our return dinner was the very next week and this time all four of us were treated to an evening of beautiful food, a pictorial visit to Luigi's home town back in Italy. For the novice, Luigi sings whilst he pours drinks, preps dinner or as he delivers each course. A place to enjoy an evening of good conversation with Luigi as your host and Chef Daniel surprising the palate. I have decided not to mention the grappa. OMG. Whew!!! Alcohol to burn. Metaphorically speaking. My throat still recalls the sensation. The size of the demijohn should have prepared me for the arrival of the grappa from mouth to throat. I am intrigued as to how one would ever consider a second shot of grappa. Perhaps the jug had been in Luigi's family for generations. I would definitely not recommend driving afterwards, Walking was harder than I remembered upon our arrival. Thank you Luigi and Daniel. We will return one night soon
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