Sharpe Hill Vineyard is both a highly successful working vineyard and a Zagat rated, fine dining restaurant. My wife, Lyn, and I went there for an early dinner this year to celebrate her birthday. While I can say the food looked beautiful (see below) and was delicious, we cannot comment on the wines—being Bahá’ís, we do not drink alcohol and so did not imbibe.
The best bonus was that Sharpe Hill also has a lovely garden area where they grow their own table flowers and kitchen herbs and it was a real delight to wander through it before and after the meal.
This is the first of two postings of photographs taken that day, the second will be forthcoming in a day or two.
Before viewing the photographs, I would also like to invite you to visit the poetry blog, the Book of Pain. As always, special thanks to my dearest Lyn, She Of Great Taste In All Things But Men, who does most of the photo selection. Thank you for dropping by the Book of Bokeh.
This is not The Green Monster from the Swamp. In fact, it is the mint jelly (which went uneaten…far too sweet for me) that came with my lamb.
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