The Anvil Restaurant

We finally got to the Anvil Restaurant, albeit a little wet after our walk through the rain. (See previous post Friday night in Harpers Ferry). We were grateful to have reached our final destination and to be sitting in front of a big old fire about to be fed. The Anvil was not full considering it was the only restaurant open in town. There were probably only three other tables occupied in the dining room and another three or four people in the bar area.

The place and the food felt old, not in the charming and comforting sense of the word. Rather everything was a little on the stale side, from the ambiance down to the baked potato that they serve with all the entrees.

I ordered Crab Cakes, the Bloke ordered steak and Teeny not feeling a culinary adventure on the cards (how did she know and why didn't she warn us) had pasta with butter from the kid's menu. The entrees were served with limp salad (it was really just some old lettuce with one slice of tomato) and the ubiquitous baked potato, which felt like it was cooked last week and wacked into a microwave for a quick preheating prior to serving.

To be fair the steak Bloke ordered was good, all three of us attacked it quite vigorously. Teeny also rather enthusiastically ate through the contents of the bread basket and that pretty much sums up the highlights of the meal.

Even with the coupon (Yes, I am using coupons...as they say when in Rome) I had printed from the Anvil Restaurant website the meal was more expensive than I had anticipated and I certainly did not feel it was a good value for money family meal.

Was the Anvil worth the walk? Yes it was open.
Would I walk two miles to eat there again? No.

Pack-tice makes perfect

Well my first foray into blogging about travel with teeny is going to be about packing. We are going away for the weekend this evening to beautiful Harpers Ferry (need to confirm it is actually beautiful) and I have packing on the brain.

It feels like in the past year or so we are constantly packing. Since I survived packing up all our possessions into just 6 suitcases to move from Australia to the US. I don’t quite mind packing for vacations, in fact Teeny and I have turned it into somewhat of a game.

Our usual routine consists of me, identifying the item and the quantity required for the trip and Teeny retrieving it from her wardrobe. Considering this trip is only a short one with 3 overnights and no formal events or fancy requirements, we whipped through it ending up with all the required items piled high awaiting transfer into a suitcase.

It is a win-win situation. I get to make sure she has the right type of clothes and she gets to the pick the individual items…no surprises, no power struggles. Sometimes there are some negotiation scenes. Whilst packing for this trip Teeny wanted to bring a skirt, given it is still freezing I was not so keen but at the end of the day it is one little item and not worth the battle, the skirt made the pile.

Now if only somebody would tell me what to pack!