With very few other options near the motel, I ventured out a little bit for dinner at Foster’s Steakhouse. There’s also a motel and a little store. It’s like its own little mini town. I really liked their paper placemats.
All the entrees come with bottomless soup or salad. I’d been craving salad for days, so I was really happy about the opportunity to eat soup again. I went with the french onion. It wasn’t the most fancy french onion soup in the world. Where were the rest of the croutons or the cheese? It didn’t matter. It was still pretty darn good and I knew it was homemade, and that’s really all that mattered to me.
I got a chicken stir-fry dish and it made me happy. It wasn’t anything exciting either, but I was happy to have veggies, and most of all, I was beyond ecstatic to have rice. I hadn’t had rice in what seemed like weeks, so the asian in me was craving it. The flavor of the sauce was probably just mostly soy sauce, which didn’t really do it for me, but everything was prepared well. It came with a load of garlic bread, because you know, that totally goes with rice and stir-fry. It was actually quite good, but there was way too much of it.
I was stuffed at this point but had to get a piece of their foster’s pie, to go. I think it had apples and berries and rhubarb and it was really good. I love me some pie and this was definitely excellent pie!

On this past super hot memorial day, I went for a cookout at M’s mom’s house in Newtown Square. Wow, I hadn’t been there for such a long time. I have fond memories of playing in my “rock” band in high school and ruining their deck. Ah, teenage good times. Speaking of good times, we thoroughly enjoyed these mojitos, made with mint fresh from their garden.
P manned the grill and cooked up burgers, veggie burgers, and hot dogs galore.
Somehow, it almost turned out to be a salad party. We had a multitude of bean, veggie, chicken, and potato salads. Also, one of the guests brought some deviled eggs, complete in deviled egg trays. Gadgets never fail to impress me. And this jar of pickles nearly killed us. P had stuck a bunch of scotch bonnets into this jar and did not warn anyone. So when you bit into this innocuous looking pickle, it lit your mouth on fire. I almost cried.
Dessert was just as fun. We had some strawberry shortcake with a homemade pound bundt cake that was super dense and amazing. There were brownies that I absolutely loved, even though they were out of a box. There were even two homemade ice creams. Plus, they have a kick ass back yard and deck and it was just lovely being out, even though it was beyond hot!

We somehow lucked out and snagged an outside table at Barbuzzo at the last minute. It was a perfect night for outdoor dining. Since it was the night before memorial day, it wasn’t all that crazy. I had actually eaten a big dinner already so I was just here to hang out and have a drink… and perhaps get some dessert.
My sanguinello! It was tasty, but not very strong. Usually, I feel it within a sip or two of any drink. With this, I did not feel it at all. Oh well, it was still enjoyable.
The chicken liver and foie gras mousse, with brandied cherry, pistachio salt, and radish sprouts. It’s served with some bread and a shredded beet salad. So good! M thought it was pretty darn good. Not as good as homemade stuff she’s had before from a french person, but still up there.
I recommended that M order the fideua, since I’d tried it before and loved it. Here it is with smoked chourico sausage, calamari, shrimp, mussels, greens, roasted shrimp noodles, and aioli. It’s still great. And it’s a lot bigger than I remember it being. It’s a pretty huge serving considering this is a small plates place.
So even if I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t going to be at Barbuzzo and not get the salted caramel budino. Yeah, it’s still fantastically awesome. M hadn’t had it before and she was so surprised at how good it was! She wasn’t even hungry at this point but she helped me devour it. You can’t help but devour this dessert!