Last night we celebrated my mom's 88th birthday at Bishop's restaurant. It's her favourite place - where else would we take her?
It was my first time and I had heard so much about the restaurant that I felt like I was entering some kind of sacred site.
It's just a small place - a room really - softly lit, white linen table cloths and napkins, candles, native art hung on the walls. Simple and elegant.
There were all kinds of wonders on the menu, making it difficult to commit, but I did and enjoyed my choices. We were served a chaser of chilled tomatoe bisque in tiny bowls - just a sip or two of intense homegrown summer tomato taste.
I couldn't get enough of the lovely local tomato, so I ordered the tomato salad, a combination of greens, dark reds and yellows, with fresh basil, olive oil and topped with creamy Bishop's-made ricotta.
For the entre I had fresh scallops cooked perfectly and served with daintily chopped veggies and the occasional tiny chanterelle.
For dessert I had a fat poached peach with raspberry sauce and vanilla ice cream - decorated with a pretty flowering sprig of anise (must plant some next year for the scent alone).
Well, you only turn 88 once, and I hope that for my 88th I have a meal just as wonderful.
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