Das Dutchman Essenhaus
It was hot when we went to bed last night. I actually ended up getting up and turning the air conditioner back on as even with the fans running, the open windows weren’t cooling anything off. About one thirty major rumbling woke me up. The old story about the Norsemen playing ten pins in the sky came to mind as the heavens rumbled and roared. It wasn’t like the usual thunderstorm where you have lightening and then loud booms. This was just a constant grumbling that lasted for several hours. Somewhere in there, it began to rain as well, finally cooling things down.
It was still raining when we got up this morning, but it was blissfully cool. The sky gradually cleared off and it began to get hot again about three in the afternoon.
Toward evening, we got in the Toad and drove the seventeen miles to Middlebury to Das Dutchman Essnhaus, an Amish style restaurant owned by Bob and Sue Miller.
I met Sue when I was first elected to serve on the Mennonite Church USA Executive Board. She was a veteran Board Member and a great mentor to a newbie. While their children have pretty much taken over the day-to-day management of the restaurant and conference center (as well as their other restaurant in Sarasota, Florida), the lady at the front desk says that Sue still comes in once a week or so.
We had some very good chicken pot pie for dinner and Forry splurged and had a piece of peanut butter chocolate banana cream pie for dessert.