So, here's the story of how this chapter got its title. One of my co-workers is from France, and I was talking to him the day before we left on our trip and I mentioned that we were going to Hilton Head, SC on vacation....
without the kids.
He laughed and said, "be careful that you don't come home with a, um, ah, ah... " and he struggled to find the right word, since English isn't his native tongue.
"Souvenir?", I volunteered.
"Yes! Yes! A souvenir!", he exclaimed gleefully, erupting in laughter.
When his snickering laughter died down, he asked me about Hilton Head, and the activities and attractions that we'd enjoy there. (He's been able to travel much of the U.S. since he's been here, but had never heard of Hilton Head.) Naturally, I told him about the resort, and the beach, and bicycling, and kayaking the marsh, and things like that.
And then I said, "Oh, I have a reservation at a really nice restaurant, that I had to reserve weeks in advance, and we'll be celebrating our anniversary (even though it'll technically be a few months late)."
He cut me off, with his eyes wide-open, warning, "Zat...will be...zee most dangerous night!" (In reference to the "souvenir" comment made earlier.)
And he fell into a fit of laughter again.
So yes, as you can imagine, I approached this night with much trepidation.
Picking up where I left off last time for this report, we left the Big Dipper pool in the late afternoon and came back to our suite to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner. On our way out, we stopped at the Front Desk to see if anyone might be available to take photographic evidence of our freshly-primped state of attire, and since they weren't busy, a helpful cast member was happy to oblige. We walked to the deck at the back of the Lodge and she took this photo of us, which I used in my opening post for this trip report. (Thank you, helpful cast member!)
And then we set off for Vine
(link to Vine on yelp), a restaurant that came highly recommended by DISer MEK. And I can cut to the chase on our assessment of it -- it was awesome. One of our best meals anywhere, ever.
To get there, we had to drive a little further south on the island than we'd been so far and we encountered a couple of traffic circles. When we approached the first one, we passed a bunch of cars that were stopped in the left lane, and we soon learned that the right lane, which we were in, zipping past everyone mind you, is for the first exit on the circle (a quarter turn, 90 degrees, or pi over 2 radians (hey, I'm married to a math teacher)) and that the left lane is for the next two exits on the circle (halfway, 180 degrees, or pi; and three-quarters, 270 degrees, or 3 pi over 2 radians (yeah, I didn't know those pi/radian things either, that's Judy's contribution to the trip report)). And naturally, I needed to go three-quarters of the way around the circle so I had to put on my turn signal and try to ingratiate myself to the people in the left lane, hoping that they'd notice my out-of-state tag and understand that I had no clue what I was doing. A kind-hearted soul let me in and we were on our way.
Once at Vine, we were greeted by the host, seated and introduced to our server and another server as well. We weren't sure if our server was new and in-training, or if they staff that highly, or what exactly. But they each told us their names, and since I have trouble remembering one, I promptly forgot them all. Oh well.
Inside, the restaurant is very small and intimate, with just a small number of tables. There are also a few tables outside, at the front. I took a picture of the front of the restaurant as we left, and since I'm such a fan of posting pictures chronologically, you'll get to see it later in the chapter.
Judy was happy to be out for dinner. Or perhaps just happy to be not cooking.
Vine is a "farm to table" bistro, and Judy was impressed that they gave us a menu personalized for us and the occasion we were celebrating.
I took some zoomed-in shots later, so that my dear trip-report readers could read it.
They started us off with a plate of bread and balsamic vinegar. Or, started
me off really, since Judy couldn't have the gluten. That's all right, I ate her share.
We contemplated what we would order, and since we were going in different directions regarding entrées, we decided to order wines by the glass rather than get a bottle which wouldn't complement at least one of the meals.
The servers were amazing. Even if we had a question that we were discussing between ourselves, they'd jump in and help us. It's a small place and with lots of staff, so yes, even table conversations might be heard and answered, which may border on creepy, but we looked at it as a good thing.
They also brought us each a glass of champagne, with a blueberry, to help us celebrate our anniversary.
We started with an Ahi tuna appetizer. Our server told us what everything was, but I couldn't remember everything in order to get it recorded in my trip notes. But wait! Fortunately, I have those menu pictures which say "twin miso glazes, avocado, Asian slaw, dashi-ponzu, picked Japanese radish, and crispy rice noodles".
Judy with her champagne and ready to dive into the appetizer, (knowing full-well that I needed to take a picture).
Judy's assessment of the tuna was that it was "just phenomenal!"
Hey, I even thought that the plates were cool. It was also kind of neat that they were all different. Very eclectic.
After they brought out our next course, I asked our server to take a picture of us, which I enhanced a little due to the low light and posted on Instagram.
Here's our Caprese salad, which had crystalized basil and Himalayan pink sea salt on it. How they got sea salt way up high in the Himalayas, I'll never know, but it certainly made this an extravagant dish.
Some Limoncello sorbet. 'Cause, you know, by this point our palates were screaming for a good cleansing. Shoulda been served with a wire brush.
For an entrée, Judy went with the Butterfish. She liked everything but-her-fish, no wait, that's a different joke...nevermind. Actually, this dish was amazing, and from what I tasted I liked even better than mine. She made a great choice. This dish had rice, bok choy, and miso flan. And it had a sauce over it that the server said to spread over it to get some in every bite. It was fantastic.
I had a "mountain of meat" (our server's words) in the osso buco, with orzo, and with a little polenta under the meat.
This was very good, but I couldn't eat all of it if I wanted to have dessert. Which I did. So I held up part-way through and had them box up the rest for me.
A woman walking around the restaurant gave Judy a little wine to try; I think she represented a local wine retailer. They were selling it for consumption there, or to take home. We just took the freebie taste.
On to Desserts. Our choices were:
green tea crème brulee with crystalized ginger and some kind of pink mousse on top,
chocolate mousse,
berry cobbler, or
tiramisu.
Judy was thinking of the chocolate mousse, in which case I'd get the berry cobbler (I'd read good things about it on yelp). But, our server said that the chocolate mousse might have gluten in it, so Judy got the crème brulee and I got the chocolate mousse. And coffee. Gotta have that.
Here's a photo.
Also, one of the hosts gave us a little dessert wine. They were really taking care of us.
Judy raved about her crème brulee and let me try some. Wow.
Our server came by and asked "is everything as expected?"
I said, "No! ...It's amazing!"
Another server came by, who had given us the dessert descriptions, and I said to her, "why didn't you tell us that the crème brulee was the best thing on the menu?" She just laughed.
Since returning home, Judy's found a green tea crème brulee recipe on the internet, bought a blowtorch for scorching the sugar on top, and has made it a couple of times. I think she's planning on making some over the holidays as well. My theory is -- if you make a special trip to the hardware store to buy a blowtorch, that's a pretty good sign that you liked the dish.
Overall, Vine was just incredible. Judy says, "the most amazing restaurant ever -- the food, the service, everything." The service even topped any Disney restaurant. No glass or plate sat empty for even close to 10 seconds (more like 3 seconds, we started watching) before being picked up by an attentive server. They really went out of their way to welcome us, help us decide on dishes and wines, answer questions, watch out for gluten, and celebrate! You may be curious about cost, and this meal came to around $200 before tip, which with the attention we received, deserved to be generous. For a memorable evening, we both highly recommend this restaurant. Two thumbs up!
I took a shot of the front of Vine as we left. It's at the end of a little shopping center, Coligny Plaza.
Heading back to the resort, we didn't have any other plans for the evening other than to catch the fireworks display. Apparently they hold a fireworks show each week during the summer at Shelter Cove (right across from the resort, at the other side of the marina), and it was supposed to occur on this night. However, when we turned off of William Hilton Parkway to get to the resort, we saw signs posted that said that the fireworks were cancelled for the night. Still, there were a lot of people and a lot of activity happening at Shelter Cove. We parked at the resort and decided to walk over to see what was happening and maybe browse some shops and see what restaurants were there. Plus, I had a fair amount of osso buco to walk off. On our way out, we asked at the Front Desk if they knew why the fireworks had been cancelled and they said it was because of a possible thunderstorm. It seemed like a lovely evening at the time, and I thought that it was a shame that they'd been cancelled. I thought they'd made the wrong decision. Anyway, we just walked along the marina side of Shelter Cove and looked at some of the vendor stands and people-watched a little bit.
One of the vendor booths had some funky lights that I thought our kids might like but a teenaged boy came up saying to his companions, "Don't buy 'em guys, they have them cheaper at the mall!"
Okay, you sold me on not buying.
After a little while we'd had enough of the crowds (which didn't take too long). Plus, some dark clouds were rolling in, so it looked like a good idea to get back to the resort.
We were going to walk all the way around the resort, down near where we went kayaking and then all the way back to the Live Oak Lodge, but the music from the Pirate Party lured us in to take a look. Man, that place was jumpin'!
There was a D.J. playing tunes and all of the cast members had everyone up dancing and having a great time. It looked like everyone was having an absolute blast. Then, about 30 seconds after we arrived, the D.J. announced that they were going to have to end the party because of weather, and right on cue, it started to sprinkle.
We abandoned our plans to walk to the far-end of the resort and just started to head back to Live Oak Lodge. Halfway there, the sprinkles turned to great big raindrops that were seemingly being hurled from the sky, and our walk turned into an all-out sprint down the boardwalk. Naturally, it was every man for himself. Er, I mean, I ushered Judy to safety as we found the first entrance to the Lodge was the doorway leading to the underground parking. We stood there for a moment with some others who were seeking shelter from the rain and talked to a mom who had brought her little girls over to the resort from Shelter Cove. She said that they were disappointed that the fireworks were cancelled and asked if there was a store on the property. I'm sure that it was an idea for consolation for missing the fireworks. We described where the Mercantile was, but it wasn't fit weather to be out-of-doors, (and probably not allowed really, for non-guests), and I think they planned to head back to Shelter Cove.
We walked through the underground parking area and took the elevator up to our floor and took a picture at the deck at the end of the building overlooking the marsh. I think we look like we walked right out of
that scene from "The Notebook". Or,
that Progressive commercial. One of the two. Yeah, probably the latter.
I decided to try to take some artsy pictures in low-light with the shutter open extra-long, while I rested the camera on the railing.
First, the marsh and the resort across the way.
Looking down at the hammock behind Live Oak Lodge.
The tree in front of Live Oak Lodge.
Looking to the right, at some of the other buildings in the resort and across the marina.
And, as for the rest of "zee most dangerous night", well...all I can say is...
..."Danger" is my middle name.
Up next: Dolphin cruise
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