As I walked into the dining room of this country club restaurant, my skeptical taste buds were already rolling their little taste bud eyes, because the vibe of the place was very dated and our server came off as a dowdy diner waitress.
Nonetheless, they were conveniently located in my hotel, so me and my skeptical taste buds pressed on. And I’m glad we did. Not that things were amazing, but they did surpass expectations, albeit those were very low.
For example, no fresh squeezed juice for breakfast, but at least the organic option they served wasn’t half bad. And while the eggs benny was a touch over-cooked, a big pet peeve of mine, they were still pretty darn tasty, much to my surprise.
But if you wanna talk surprises, the morning angel was truly the Belgian Waffle. Among the best I’ve ever had. Far surpassing actual Belgian restaurants that specialize in Belgian Waffles such as Petite Abeille in New York. So what made them so incredible you ask? They were airy, with deep squares that soaked up the pure Vermont Maple like a sponge of breakfast-y dreaminess.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not suggesting you make a special trip for this waffle, but if you happen to be staying at the hotel or playing a round of golf here, you could most certainly do worse.