JB and I ventured out to Grandale Farm last Friday for lunch. As I headed out towards Purcellville, somewhere along Rt. 9, I realized this was a far hike from home! We had been dying to try the F2T restaurant (see post here) and had a coupon that was about to expire.
When we arrived, we walked up to the tiny little restaurant, situated between a barn and some greenhouses and welcomed the lovely smell of a wood burning stove on this dreary cold day.
I started with a cup of white bean soup – a choice driven solely by my diet restrictions. I was less than impressed, in fact, I think I hated it. No substance, not enough beans and absolutely no flavor (save for an excess of salt).
JB enjoyed a plate of oysters, “casino” style with red and green pepper and cheese. Man, were those things good… my hope was starting to spark up again.
Main course – grilled salmon salad and pork belly and shrimp (guess who had what!). My grilled salmon was done to perfection, the low-end of medium, with no hint of stickiness on the molars as you chewed.
The salad was fabulous and hit the spot. Now JB’s meal was even more grandiose than either of us would’ve imagined. It was a great play on shrimp and grits, with pork belly renderings versus bacon fat. It reminded me of a great shrimp and grits plate I had at Emeril’s New Orleans restaurant, NOLA. Packed with flavor and begging for a roll to sop up any remaining flavor and sauce.
I closed the book with nice cup of local coffee while JB indulged in a butterscotch bunt cake (TDF….).
Aside from my lackluster soup, this place was fantastic. Loved the freshness of the F2T fare and the quaintness of the one-room cottage. Perfect for a rainy April day.