|Pano of Barnes Bay in the morning sun|
|One of two breakwaters that Viceroy constructed|
|Long shot, looking toward Viceroy|
|Where DH is standing here was nothing but sea & cliff last year|
|I've never seen such a calm pool of water in front of Viceroy|
on the Barnes side of the resort
|The beach is quite full in front of Arbron here|
|The entry into our swimming hole has never been so gradual|
|A flowering sea grape on the Viceroy cliff|
|A flamboyant in all of its flaming glory, on the Viceroy |
cliff above the beach. These are my favorite Anguillian trees.
|Barnes in front of Arbron, looking toward Caribella|
|Check out those tomatoes!|
|It's a very nice touch that Geraud's includes an|
extra cup of ice with our iced coffee order.
We didn't. And in fact, we got in some serious reading. Despite the loveliness of the setting, we pretty much had our noses buried in our books for a solid two hours, but that enabled DH to finally finish reading The Goldfinch. And since it's damned near 800 pages, it's no wonder it took him several days to get through it. Two brief showers came up before lunch, and they were almost enough to drive us to seek shelter, but we put our books under our towels and decided to wait them them both out.
I mentioned several posts back, when we went to Picante for dinner, that we would run into Jovaughn again; well, he came to have lunch at The Place with a friend, but on his way back up from the beach to the seating area, he was waved over by the large Argentine group because they assumed (wrongly) that he was working there. I'm not sure that I'd have been as gracious as he was, but after trying to convince them that he didn't, in fact, work there, he went to find out the answer to their questions and brought them menus, to boot. They continued to pester him with questions and he kept trying to help, much to the irritation of his friend, who by now was waiting for him to join her for lunch. I asked him later about it, and he just shrugged and said he didn't mind helping out because he could clearly see that they were understaffed that day. We chatted a bit more with him after they finished their lunch and very much enjoyed his company.
I'd heard, both from Dave and a couple of patrons earlier in the week, that the specialty hamburger at The Place was well worth trying. I usually order fish of some kind, but the day before I had seen the burger in question and experienced a pang of food envy. The Place burger is large patty (1/3 lb, maybe?), topped with bleu cheese and bacon, and piled high with caramelized onions, and served with French fries and cole slaw. It was pretty decadent, but if DH hadn't been helping me, I never would have finished it. He opted one last time for the coconut shrimp, which he gallantly shared, despite there being only 5 shrimps per serving.
After lunch, we went back to read on the daybeds. I was rather feverishly working my way through a fast-paced sci-fi thriller called Lexicon, so I was both startled and gratified when, an hour later, Dave checked in to see if I was ready for my daily afternoon infusion of rum. I allowed that I was, and he brought me my new favorite drink, this time with a generous float of rum on top.
Another hour's worth of reading or so, and it was time for us to gather our things settle the tab. On our way out, we met Clifton Gumbs, the chef, and got Dave to pose for a photo, too. He also mentioned that they'd decided to stay open two more days and elicited a promise from us to return on Sunday (alas, we'd already made plans for Saturday, thinking they were going to be closed).
|Chef Clifton Gumbs|
|The infamous Dave|
|The main entrance off the main road|
|Not exactly a stunning sunset, but we still like|
being present for each of them, cocktail in hand
Well, the location is perfectly lovely. Decked out with white curtains that billowed in every alcove, we appreciated the breeze that the elevation afforded. In fact, outside of Gwen's beach bar in the east end, this was the breeziest meal we'd ever experienced on the island, and I was grateful that I'd chosen a long-sleeved shirt for the occasion.
The menu isn't extensive, but it offers something for almost everyone, with the exception of vegetarians, though I have a few friends who would have enjoyed sampling the veggie side dishes. All of the entrees come with two sides, so I selected Uncle's Pork, which is a grilled tenderloin with my choice of sauce (smothered onions for me) with the garlic & chive mashed potatoes and fried plantain. It was excellent, though I ended up taking some home with me.
DH didn't fare quite as well, unfortunately. Opting for the grilled fish of the day, which was snapper, he was very disappointed when it arrived at the table with an undisclosed heavy lemon cream sauce, which completely overpowered the fish. The vegetables were egregiously over-salted, too, so he left most of everything except the garlic mashed potatoes behind. Still, the value was good, even before taking off the 10% discount afforded by the Anguilla card -- two cocktails, a large bottle of water, and the service charge all came to $88, which falls decidedly on the lower end of the dinner spectrum on Anguilla -- and we were treated to a lightning show and a thunderous amount of rain during our meal.
We exited for the carpark by way of the swimming pool, which looked so lovely and inviting. I took some photographs, but the low light made for some very grainy images, so here's a photo from the hotel's website. I love Caribella, but I confess that I do miss having a swimming pool, and it was all I could do not to abandon myself to those luminous waters. I also loved the table & chairs at one end of the pool that looked like each chair had been carved from one solid piece of wood. They were extremely heavy but quite eye-catching.
|Photo is from LaVue website|