3/6/2011
“Hunt Country” refers to a small region where Virginia’s elite used to partake in fox hunting. Although the sport has died out, the legacy remains and a few quaint towns owe their existence to this era. Patricia recommends a meal at the Green Tree in Leesburg, which serves authentic eighteenth century cuisine. We arrived at 4 o’clock – a little early for most people’s dinner – and had the place to ourselves. Our waiter was intensely serious, but not in a dour way. He fit the mood of the restaurant perfectly. He reminded us of those butlers in old movies.
At this point in our journey we were in the midst of a terrible storm. Apparently the lower level of the restaurant had already flooded. While we were there the roof started leaking. The butler dealt with these problems with quiet dignity. Strangely, this all still seemed very classy.
The food was outstanding. Laura had a curried chicken and I had rabbit. That was one yummy bunny. The menu claimed the recipes were created by extensive research of 18th-century documents and I don’t doubt it. Free of charge, the butler brought out a piece of their bread pudding for Daniel.
We were still the only people in the restaurant when we left, so I hope that isn’t typical. There was a bad storm out, so I hope that was the only thing keeping people away. It would be a crime if this place shut down. There can’t be anywhere else like it in the world, I’m sure.
From Laura: Why the heck did I order the curried chicken??? [It was good.] And I am glad that there are restaurant proprieters in this world who actually like children. Thank you Mr. Man.
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