Thursday, July 19, 2012
Once Upon A Table Restaurant
It was the 4th of July and the town was packed. It was evident that a lot of other people's parents wanted to see Stockbridge, too - the average age of the tourists wandering around town was noticeably high. (Rockwell painted his last cover for the Saturday Evening Post in 1963, a year I believe 90% of these people witnessed as adults.)
I'm not making fun of older people here. I hope to be one someday. It's just that I didn't have particularly high hopes for the dining choices. But I was quite hungry; this was after two in the afternoon and other than an oatmeal-raisin cookie, I had yet to eat. We wandered past a restaurant with the two-cute-by-half name of "Once Upon A Table" and it didn't jump out at me, but I didn't really see anything else around, and there were two empty tables, so we went in and sat down.
My mom had a bowl of clam chowder and a Caesar salad. She liked both but preferred the soup.
I don't eat quiche. Want to know why? Okay. When I was a little kid I was visiting some friends of my parents, and one of their sons was eating a quiche. Later that afternoon a duck (or a goose, I forget which) threw up on him and it looked exactly like the quiche, at least to my 7-year old eyes. I must have tried quiche at some point in the quarter-century since then, but I just don't remember when.
I didn't say it was a particularly good story. But there isn't much to talk about here, either with the food or Stockbridge.
If you ever find yourself in Stockbridge, I recommend Once Upon A Table. Don't go out of your way for it, but it's friendly and simple. In a good way.
Posted by JustinM at 9:00 AM