Over the weekend, Mrs. Scotch's wealthy but difficult clients arranged for us to be treated to dinner at one of Ogunquit's nicest restaurants, Northern Union. We've tried to go there twice in the past, and could never get in. But this time, their personal connections with the owners, chef, and staff guaranteed we could walk right in and be seated at the best table.
While we didn't go nuts with food and drink, we did get about all the courses available. I started with a specialty cocktail, and they brought us focaccia and dipping oil. The appetizers included oysters, warm bread with seaweed butter, and spinach salad. The Mrs. ordered the salmon with farro, and I got the halibut with prosciutto di Parma and artichoke, paired with a recommended wine.
We finished with flourless chocolate cake, and an outrageously good Irish coffee for me, while the Mrs. had a French press. It was an odd feeling to not be concerned with prices, and to just get up and leave when we were done. Of course we asked (it was "all-set"), and said good-bye to the staff. I'd like to go back there some time, "under my own power", so to speak.