I’m not a dessert person, for the most part — but I’ve always had a soft spot for strawberry shortcake. It’s the first dessert I remember eating at a restaurant, on one of the many occasions when Grandma and Grandpa Neal took UJ and me out on a “Sunday drive” to one of the small towns in northern Ohio.
So, when I see strawberry shortcake on the menu, the memories kick in and I’m always tempted to try it. I gave in to temptation last night at the Sycamore. They do it right, with freshly baked, light, crumbly shortcake, succulent sliced strawberries, and a creamy topping. It’s the perfect end to an excellent summer meal.
Last night we decided to celebrate New Year’s Eve by attempting our inaugural German Village pub crawl. With the help of our friends the Bahamians, and stoked with some tasty appetizers Kish put together, we first hit Barcelona, then the Olde Mohawk, followed in order by Lindey’s, the Beck tavern, and finally dinner at the Sycamore.
Although it was a very cold evening, our little crawl worked well. None of the establishments are very far apart, and the crisp air felt good as we moved from place to place. Lindey’s was so packed that we couldn’t even get in to the bar area, Barcelona was busy and had a good jazz trio performing in the corner of the bar, and the Mohawk and the Beck gave us neighborhood bar respites from the New Year’s Eve crush. We also got to have our first delicious meal at the Sycamore, where we counted down to midnight and 2015. By the time we legged it home, the new year seemed bright indeed.