One of my favorite places to visit in the Historic Jamestowne part of the settlement is the Glasshouse.
Back in 1607 when Jamestowne was first established, the Glasshouse was one of the first attempts to start an industry in the New World. Everything they needed: fuel, sand, etc. was there in abundance. They just needed people who knew how to actually make the glass.
In 1608 another ship arrived and this one had eight German and Polish craftsman who knew how to make the glass and the Glasshouse was in business. But the Glasshouse was not successful, though it struggled alone for a few years.
Again in 1622, a Glasshouse was established, this time with Italian artisans. But again it failed.
Then in 1948, the furnaces were rediscovered. A new facility was constructed from the excavated ruins. Now, once again, glass is blown in Jamestowne by modern artists who make glass as they did almost 400 years ago.
Watching glassblowing has always, always fascinated me … as it did this time.
I have been to Williamsburg several times, but have never had the opportunity to eat in one of the taverns/restaurants on Duke of Gloucester Street. This time we decided to do it.
Shields Tavern was opened in 1705 and given the name Marot’s Ordinary. John Marot was the owner. Not only was there a place to eat, but also dry goods and a garden room. Often travelers stopped there to socialize.
Seventeen hundred and five is a long time ago. The building has gone through several renovations, but it is still on the same site and still serving food … an historical aesthetic.
We parked and walked down the street (you can’t drive on it), just as dusk was settling over the town. We were led downstairs to the basement which was lit by candlelight including a lantern at our table. Our server was in custom and very pleasant. I ordered the ale-potted beef (a delicious beef stew) because it sounded very colonial to me.
Expensive, so not a place I would go to every week, but for a once-in-a-lifetime treat, not bad. I mean, I’ve been to Williamsburg at least six times and this was the only time I got to eat on Gloucester Street. Hey! That has a nice ring to it, I could write some poetry.)
We stopped to see Ken’s parents and then headed down through West Virginia and Maryland toward Virginia. We stopped at an overlook that gave us a great view of the Youghiogheny River and Reservoir. Unfortunately, the day was cloudy and our view wasn’t as good as it would’ve been on a sunny day (or even a snowy day), but it was still pretty.
Later we stopped at another breathtaking overlook.
So one night while in the Northwoods, we drove to Rondele Ranch (pronounced Rondalay) because we heard they had a Christmas light display. Most of the seasonal event was over (the part with rides and cookies and such). But the lights were still up and the weather was crisp and cool …
One of the foods on the you-must-try-this-when-in-Hawaii lists is shave ice. (Not SHAVED ice, but shave ice.) One of the most popular places to get your shave ice is at M.Matsumoto. The place was busy
Being a person who needs my ICED tea as soon as I get up in the morning – I knew I would like this AND I did. A. Lot. Shave ice is kind of like a glorified snow cone, but not really. The ice is shaved thinner and the flavors are stronger.
And truly it’s a place not to be missed.
As we sat in the courtyard, enjoying our treat, the sun was going down in the West (Duh! Seldom does it go down in the East.) The night was beautiful and I perfectly understood the lure of the Islands.
The next day was a long flight home … in time for another conference journey – this one about as far across the country as you can get.
So one thing I haven’t talked about on my Hawaii posts is the lady who sat next to me on the plane from L.A. to Honolulu. As soon as I sat down, I was instantly her best friend. W. was my new Pilipino, Hawaiian tour guide who actually lives in Texas. During the five hour flight, she periodically would nudge me and tell me somewhere else I HAD to eat or I HAD to visit when in Hawaii. She was very funny and very sweet and really did have good recommendations. Not only did she tell me where to eat, but also what to order. And when I got to Hawaii – I ate at some of those places because they were so very good.
Anyhow here are three restaurants Tom and Marti introduced me to in Oahu.
Zippys. Zippys has several locations on the Islands. Two brothers opened the first Zippys back in 1966 (they planned to open a car wash, but it turned into a restaurant. Go figure.)
Zippys was the place I had my first loco moco – an Hawaiian speciality.
Basically loco moco is rice, topped with a hamburger, topped with a fried egg and covered with brown gravy.
Since gravy, meat and rice are a favorite of mine, it didn’t take much for me to enjoy this.
Another popular restaurant is The Big City Dinner (clever name). I also had loco moco here.
My very favorite restaurant, however, was 604. This is right off the parking lot at the Pearl Harbor Memorial. The front isn’t spectacular, but the back has beautiful views of the harbor itself. (And my Hawaiian, Pilipino friend from Texas didn’t even mention this one.)
Here I had a seafood melt that was out-of-this-world delicious. The top was crunchy and so good! Marti and I then split a dessert – a pineapple chutney cheesecake. We both super enjoyed it. Yes. This was my favorite.
On Sunday afternoon between church and going to another church, we headed up to Nuuanu Pali Lookout, an Hawaiian State Park. (Pali means cliff.) The lookout looks out (got that?) over the northeast coast of Oahu. Specifically over Kāneʻohe, Kāneʻohe Bay, and Kailua.
The day we were there was cloudy and rain started coming down as we took in the view which is why there are spots on the pictures. (I always am more concerned about my camera than I am me when I get caught in the rain.)
The area has a lot of history … and a lot of visitors. Even on this rainy afternoon, a lot of people were walking around, taking pictures, admiring the view, and dodging raindrops.