IF ON A TUESDAY
After careening southward on 295 in snow squall conditions created by a fast moving cold front sweeping o’re the mid-Atlantic I found refuge in a small Delawarean college town were I supped a splendid miso pumpkin bisque with edamame and ginger creme fraiche, mussels swimming in Yuengling lager, seasoned with caramelized fennel brick-red grape tomatoes, smoked mushrooms, butter, and herbs topped with grilled bread, all complemented by a superbly bold Red Zinfandel boasting black cherry and raspberry with a rhubarb character and a dash of violet and white pepper. Subsequently, the floral essences of rhubarb and violet were ethereal and dissipated after the first quaff; leaving a spicy full bodied berry with a very smooth finish – I enjoyed three glasses. Supremely, no brick-red grape tomatoes rolled across any floors. It has been a good drive home.