We treasure our idyllic, fun and tranquil end of summer retreat each year to Rhode Island. This year, we made certain to be on the property grounds at Weekapaug Inn for the Thursday night clam bake.
Everyone looks like they stepped out of catalog. Business men and young boys are clad in Ralph Lauren Polo. We always choose to have a “white night.”
Instead of plastic, tacky lobster bibs, each guest is given a white apron with the Weekapaug Inn logo across it in forest green. We happened to share our table with an attorney and his family. When business cards were traded towards the end of the meal, my husband remarked, “It’s the first time I’m doing business in an apron.”
There’s an air of sophistication and yet it’s not the least bit snooty or pretentious. While upscale, elegant and first-class all the way, it somehow managed to have a carefree, fun and relaxed atmosphere. Absolutely no details were spared. And there was enough food to feed an army.
My dad would have gotten so much satisfaction at seeing little Greenlee devouring lobster.
After make your own s’mores at the bonfire, my kids were so wiped out that Ian requested to go to bed earlier than he ever does at home.
If only I could have bottled up the sense of wonder and possibility that was buzzing around all night long.