whats for dinner

A month ago we decided to use one of our restaurant.com coupons at a restaurant.  So we checked around and tried to select a place that we had not been to before.  So while sitting in the car eating some Carvel (which we decided was more important at the moment than eating dinner) we picked a hotel restaurant from a selection of Indian, Mexican, Peruvian and Italian. Why a hotel?  Well, it was different, it might have a view and well it was a hotel in Rye Brook NY, how bad could it be.  The reviews were average as people said, you expect what you expect from a hotel restaurant.  I figured, what is the worst that could happen, we never go back!!

So we proceeded onto the Atrium at Doral Arrow Wood.  It was hidden away in Rye Brook NY.  It had nice grounds and I just thought about frolicking around on the grounds, spinning around in my dress, which on that day, was rather airy.  It was quiet and well we know that either, no one is staying there or it is just one of those places and people don’t want any noise.

So upon entering we were directed to the Atrium through a little bit of a convoluted way as we had a baby carriage.  We arrived there only to see that it was closed and the Pub at the hotel was entertaining the “crowd.”  We decided to check out the Pub.  Oh and did we.  We entered and a bubbly chick asked if we wanted to be seated but we said we would look at the menu first.  We did and it seemed like a regular fast food stuff.  Not to mention the uneven lighting and the large space in front, which can only be used for dancing or a pool table, but well I don’t know.  What would you used it for?  Then we quickly read the room and it was geriatric city.  As bad as that sounds it really was that with a few other people splattered in.  Yeah, so in the end we left and went back out as we came.  So no dinner yet.

We sat in the car, watched a few people come and go, changed our daughter’s diaper and then went back to the restaurant hunt.  We decided to try another restaurant in another town. So we took the back route as per the GPS  (GPS is funny sometimes) but we got to see the back of some of the towns and well, what a difference a road makes.  We took a long windy road and then eventually ended up winding under and around the highway–so weird as we watched it on the screen. We entered a place called COS COB, which we only drive though on the highway but never in.  It felt like Westport CT.  COS COB is in CT by the way.  The roads were small, the homes quaint and the turns, only for the sober please, is all I can say.  When we finally arrived it was a small place on the edge of the road and it had a small parking lot but valet parking.

We were taken in the back and well for me sometimes I wonder why all the way in the back.  But, for this maybe it was a larger space and not the bar room per se.  Plus there were tons of people in the back so my theory goes out the window.  We were served by teams of waiters and they were extremely helpful, even giving my husband a lesson on coffee. (shows how not up to date we were–no excuse for me as I am a culinary student).  Here is the deal on that–I do not like coffee so why be an expert. Well in this case at the expense at saving face, possibly it would have been best to not ask them about coffee since most people get educated from Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts and what ever fancy cafe they like.

The food was great and we finished it all.  Originally it looked like a lot.  However, we did it the Italian way and stretched our meal time so we just cleaned the plates.    The room was dimly lit but warm in a old Irish watering hole, class-ified, in a way, but in an Italian joint.  So I had the triple meat ziti–Ribs, Meatballs, and Sausage.  My husband had the Cavatelli and broccoli rab.  We did not even have room for dessert though at the beginning we thought we might have to get it to make our coupon minimum.  My husband ordered a beer so that took care of that.  The place was called Louie’s.  It is definitely a neighborhood joint and people routinely gather there.  I always said to my husband that we do not have a place.  Our Place–where we return to time after time and know the people and they remember us.  That was something I always wanted as well as as a nice community where my neighbors knew me and we all watched out for each other.  (oh well, too many wants)

Louie’s–I give it an 8.  It was good enough and satisfying enough.  Price, well, it is what it is.  We spent about 30 bucks total in the end–tax and tip, and the balance from the coupon. (1/2 off)

Visit some time but not too much.  I get the feeling the people like to have visitors sometimes.

Happy Eating.

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