One of Frank’s photographs is part of an exhibit at the Historical Museum in Woods Hole. We were there yesterday for the opening reception. I’m making this sound like a upscale gala. Not at all. Outdoors with breezes over the water, nice people, a little wine, a bit of cheese. Tourists dropping in to see the exhibit. Being there put us in the position of being in Woods Hole at the dinner hour, so we decided to try Quicks Hole Tavern.
Sitting here this morning musing about what makes a restaurant memorable. I knew that this particular restaurant was noted for being farm to table. Using only the freshest ingredients from local purveyors. Nothing really fancy. We had simple meals, but the crab cakes were all crab meat. The white wine icy cold. The hamburger, according to Frank, “the best he’s ever had.” Their signature appetizer of “Pig Candy,” house-smoked pork shoulder braised in maple syrup, was as delightful and addictive as promised. The little celery sprout garnish was an additional smile.
Woods Hole was crowded with tourists last night. As we made our way back to the car after dinner past people with guide books in hand, I couldn’t help feeling a little smug that we actually lived in this picturesque corner of the world. Happily, Quicks Hole Tavern is open all year for those of us who call this home.