(This post will contain pictures on Tuesday).
My Mom loves Southern Season. It is a great store for all things kitchen and gifts in Chapel Hill. Since we were planning on hitting there while we were all in town this wknd, we planned on dinner at their restaurant, The Weathervane.
According to our waiter, Michael G., you never know what you are going to get. Not only do they use local and fresh ingredients - there is a variety of cooking: French, Italian, Southern, etc.
We had some drinks and appetizers to start us off. The appetizer was spicy and sweet Thompson Farm Prawns. I thought they were great and sweeter more than spicy. The microgreens and fantastic polenta cake completed the dish. The bread was fantastic and served with a great evoo, fresh and fruity tasting, found at Southern Season: M. Barbera Figli from the country of Sicily.
Mom and I got a small plate and a dish to share. We had the beet carpaccio with asparagus, chevre cheese, and red onions. Beautiful presentation, goat cheese was wonderfully creamy and offset the crunchy asparagus tips.
We split the roasted chicken with asparagus and fingerling potatoes. The fingerling potatoes were actually the best thing on the plate - just needed a little salt. Chicken came already split for us and was a perfect size.
Dad had one of the dishes of the day: grilled (but he had it blackened) mahi mahi with a tomato remoullaide. He got a huge portion and said it was wonderfully cooked. It must have been - he didn't want to share.
My only complaint about the meal was the dessert. We all shared the brown sugar cake with lemon curd and blackberries. The curd and berries were wonderful! The cake was slightly frozen and still cold. Didn't have much flavor and seemed to be overwhelmed by the lemon curd. "Want to scrape off the rest of that curd" was said as our plate was cleared.
All in all - a delightful, quiet, fun experience at The Weathervane.
Thanks to Michael G and the guy at the bar making the brandy alexander for my mom!
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