The greatest thing about staying out in Vernon for the weekend is that we're close to the Iron Forge Inn. Have you all grown tired of my telling you how much I love the Iron Forge Inn? I'm sure that everyone in the blogsphere and on the foodie forums is tired of me saying how much I love the Iron Forge Inn, but I don't care. I would shout it from the moutaintop so the whole world could hear if I could. I love it that much and I want everyone to know about it.
This is the first time I ever went there with a camera, so now I'm not just going to treat you to a description of my meal, I'm giving you photos too.
Our meal was wonderful until the very end, so read on and find out why...
We really are in the corner here, but Kevin doesn't seem to mind.
Right from the beginning there is a lot to be happy about. We had nice fruity cocktails and warm, fresh bread. Kevin drank an apple martini. I had something with melon and raspberry. As the desinated driver, I was cut off after this.
Next they brought out our complimentary amusee` bouche. This was a potato croquette sitting on a bed of goat cheese and drizzled with truffle honey. It was very delicious.
But no matter how hard we tried, Kevin and I just couldn't photograph it properly.
For our first course Kevin opted for a mixed greens salad topped with candied walnuts. It is supposed to have gorgonzola on it, but Sir Pickypants asked for it to be left off. (I can't blame him as I don't like gorgonzola either.)
I had ricotta gnocchi that were sauteed and served over a beef ragout. The gnocchi had nice crisp brown spots on them. They were light and fluffy and probably the best gnocchi I have ever eaten. The beef has a sweet spice going on. I could taste hints of cinnamon and possibly star anise.
I never did figure out what the long green thing on top was though.
Kevin had a monkfish special for his entree. I opted for a duck breast. The duck was a wee bit tough, but perfectly cooked in a way that reminded me of a grilled steak. There was a really nice charred area on the outside that had just the right amount of sweetness.
The duck strips rested on two potato "pierogis" that reminded me of mini knishes. Beneath that were cider glazed carrots. All of that sat in a pool of pureed almonds.
This is when things went downhill a bit.
We had a 7PM reservation. We were finished with our entrees at 8:05 and were commenting on how quickly we had been served, but that we had never felt rushed. Our meal was very well timed. It seemed that we jinxed ourselves.
Our server, who was very nice as all IFI employees are, brought us our dessert menus and took our orders. Kevin ordered a glass of muscat, while I chose an espresso. Our after-dinner beverages arrived eventually, but we still so no sign of dessert. The waitress apologized when she brought our drinks and said our desserts were coming, but we still didn't see them.
We continued waiting. The waitress came again and apologized and assured us our desserts were on their way. At this point, 20 minutes have gone by. It was 8:25. We joked that the Bellvale Creamery closed at 9 and if we left quickly, we could take a short drive up the moutain and get some ice cream.
Finally desserts arrived. We have no clue what held them up.
For me, a trio of creme brulee. There was coffee, chocolate, and a raspberry-vanilla.
Kevin opted for a simple parfait of ice cream splashed with Frangelico.
Need I tell you the Bellavale Creamery supplies the ice cream for this restaurant? Of course I don't.
Another delicious meal at my favorite restaurant. The dessert glitch was annoying, but the desserts were delicious, the setting beautiful, the service friendly and the meal, as creative and satisfying as always.
I can't wait to come back here for Kevin's birthday in October.