Nov 6, 2013
Yun recently took me on a fancy food outing. We went to Blue Hill at Stone Barns. It's about an hour outside of New York City in Hudson Valley. There is a very upscale restaurant inside the stone barns, pictured above. The instant we got there I was a bit turned off. The farm is a money making machine, so the place is crawling with tourists. When you drive up, there is an attendant who charges you 5 bucks to park. I said we were eating at the restaurant. They didn't care, 5 bucks please. We drove quite a ways to find a parking spot. Mind you, the restaurant is not very large, all of these cars and people are just walking around the farm and going to gift shops and food counters. There are pigs, turkeys, ducks and greenhouses. It all looks beautiful. The main problem with our dinner was the timing of it all. An hour and a half dinner is purposely stretched into 3 and a half hours. After being served a leaf of kale with some salt on it, I'd have to wait 25 minutes for them to bring my next course, a slice of yellow pepper with some salt on it. After 2 and a half hours, I was ready to leave. Yun asked how many more courses? They said it was a surprise. I prayed there was only one more course. If there were more than that, we'd be there all night. I should mention one other odd thing. Whenever we were served a course, they would say, these ingredients are from the chefs own farm, which is like 50 miles from here. After they did this a few times, I was left scratching my head. Why do they not give us anything from this farm, which is 10 feet away? The best part was paying the check and getting out of the building. By this point all the tourists were kicked out. Our car sat alone, along a deserted road on the farm, where 3 hours before hundreds of cars were parked alongside of it.