It’s just a hop, skip and a jump to the Inn. Well, actually it’s a five minute drive if you get stuck at the light. The Inn has many different room styles to choose from. J and C were staying in a room that we stayed in a few years ago. There are stairs involved in that room, so we don’t stay there anymore. This was going to be our home away from home for the evening. I was hoping for the same room as we had on our last visit. That way I wouldn’t have to do a new post on the room. However, the Inn Keepers probably knew that I had a blog and had subscribers from all over the world! Postings=eyeballs=future guests! Lets’ go into Wittfiel shall we?Some of the rooms are on two levels, and I didn’t want that, especially with all the tripping downstairs that I have done lately. Here is Steve. He hasn’t unpacked yet, but must have been hard at work on something. To the left of the sitting room was the hallway to the bedroom. You can see it and the bathroom way in the back. That’s my gorgeous red Prada satchel. I am in love with that bag. However, if I get in close contact with a yellow one, well, I’m going to buy that sucker too! I got the red one on sale at Saks last year. I do love me a good sale!This was the little hallway leading to the bedroom. Inside the refrigerator were free sodas and water. I do love my free sodas! Although with the room price as high as it was, the soda should be free! We are getting closer to the bed now! You can see my Pataguuci jacket in the back. We got a king size bed. I do love a king size bed. I can either get close to Steve or sleep far away so I don’t hear him snore. He can never get far enough away to not hear my snoring. The bathroom had a heated towel bar. I can never figure those things out. Behind the marble was the toilet. Here is the view of the bath tub and the bed. I tried out the bed, but not the tub. This is the entry to the bathroom at Krazy Kat’s, our restaurant. Looks like it could have been the men’s room, and I was using the wrong restroom!Here are our cocktails. J got a martini, which C doctored up with his own vermouth mixture. I had the Love Martini. Vodka, rum and peach schnapps, with a bit of cranberry juice so that you could pretend it was healthy. That’s C in the back explaining something. We were given an amuse bouche. It’s been over a month, so I have no clue what this was. I think that we all liked it. The rolls were very good. Too bad mine ended up on the floor, but they brought me another one. I think that I had a field green salad with roasted vegetables. J had the Caesar Salad. Steve had the cream of chicken and exotic mushroom soup. No, your eyes are not out of focus, the picture is! Pan Seared Barramundi.Tea Smoked Duck Breast. Someone else had a fish special. I know that C and I had the duck. J probably had the Barramundi as I take pictures left to right, and J was sitting to my left. Looks like someone had a glass of port for dessert. Since that is Steve’s phone to the left, it must have been his. This was one of the desserts. It looks like it was very rich! Here was the chocolate dessert. I bet you that many forks stabbed into it.
It’s been a while, so lets do a little catching up. Steve got a bright jacket when we were up at Saratoga in March. Steve has a zillion jackets, but none as nice as my red Patagucci (really Patagonia) rain slicker. He decided that if he wants to be seen with me, he had better up his game. So after trying on ten jackets, he decided that this one fit him the best. I am not sure that it goes with his coloring, but all he cares about is the fit. All I care about is looking good, but that is my problem, not his. I can easily find him in this jacket, as long as I remember that “If it’s screaming green, it’s Steve!”. We were once again back at Winterthur in Wilmington Delaware with J and C. This is the back of C’s head. If you are lucky, we will see his handsome face. This is also the back side of Wintertur. The home of Henry Francis Dupont. It is the fifth largest house in the United States, 96,582 square feet. No I will not quiz you on that fact later. To put it into perspective the house of Candy and Aaron Spelling is only 56,500 square feet. But you knew that already, didn’t you?We took a tram ride to the main house. The trees were lovely, the grounds are always pretty, it would be nice to live in the area, and see the weekly changes in the gardens. It would probably have been even nicer to have been a guest of old Henry. If I was, I would be dead by now. So on second thought, let’s not wish I was Henry’s guest after all. This year’s special exhibition was the Honus Wagner Baseball Card. Let’s peruse the exhibit shall we?J was on a mission. She zeroed right in to the writing on the wall, explaining the exhibit. I am not quite sure what Steve and C are discussing. I am documenting. Here is the famous card. It’s the middle one on the bottom row. You can see it’s size compared to C’s hand. Originally I thought it was the size of our current baseball cards. It is in fact much smaller. The card is a rarity, only 60 currently exist. Was production stopped because Mr. Wagner didn’t like smoking, or because he wasn’t compensated, or a little of each? I am not sure. Here we have a little more information about the card and it’s value. We also looked at another exhibit. Let’s look at some silver and china shall we?Steve really liked the top on this one, it reminded him of the silver bee at Arroyo Verde, in Argentina. Yes, I still need to finish that trip report. You are probably wondering what happened to me and all those Argentinians! Here we have a very elegant table setting. Look at all the napkins! That is some folding! Look who I found hovering over the bull. I am not sure if that is a soup tureen or a cookie jar! There were lots of animals to look at. Steve and I once had a yellow duck cookie jar. It broke a long time ago. Thank heavens our marriage has lasted longer than that wedding gift! Here is a model of Wintertur. Isn’t this place grand? We got to go on a behind the scenes tour of dining. We were taught about the different serving styles, ala Francaise, ala Russe, and American. Notice I said taught, and not learned. I can’t remember what style this is, nor what the styles represented. I think some of the meals are served on the table and passed, some are presented by wait staff, and some of the food is plopped down in front of you and you only can eat what is near you. Woe is you, if only Liver and Onions is in front of you!Notice I said a “behind the scenes tour’. We got to walk behind the ropes! I love going where you normally can’t go. I just have to remember to keep my elbows tucked and watch where I am going. We got to look at another dining room. This was Mr. DuPont’s dining room. The other room was representative of a dining style in American history. Mr. DuPont had many china patterns. He did enjoy his entertaining! These tankards were made by Paul Revere. Can you see the wires? They are not going to be stolen by a light fingered Larry!
That’s all for now, next post will be our room at Inn at Montchanin and dinner at Krazy Kat’s!