When we have a great experience that we know will grow in our memories, we call it a “milkshake” in honor of Alie’s parents who had a milkshake in 1947 that grew thicker and tastier every time they talked about it.
The Parkland Village in Alma, N.B. was nice. Our room had a great view, and the bed was a king-sized sleigh bed. But we have stayed at nicer places.
Dinner at the inn, however, was a milkshake. Before dinner, we had a glass of wine in the bar and talked with the owners. Married forty years, they met in Brighton, England, the seaside resort. The inn is a family business open just in the summer. Their son is the chef. They spend their winters in Clearwater, Florida.
The building was originally a military barracks dismantled and moved to its current location in 1946. It has been remodeled many times and looks quite new now. The doors to the bar in the picture were originally the front doors of the barracks. The curved-shaped item on the right wall is the torch that carried the Olympic flame through the town before the 2010 winter games were held in Canada.
At dinner, we had spring rolls stuffed with scallops. The wrapper was light and crisp. And even Alie, who does not care for seafood, agreed the scallops were the best we had ever had. They were wonderful.
Then I had the chef’s special, a bouillabaisse. It was loaded with those wonderful scallops, shrimp, calamari, clams, and haddock. It had a full lobster tail and claw. All these delights were in a wonderful sauce over saffron rice. In all my dining in Washington on a corporate expense account, I never had better. We split a fine blueberry shortcake to finish.
*Note, I have started to use thumbnail pictures. You can click on them to enlarge.