Disclaimer: My Significant Other was the designer for the Pittstown Inn. Having said that, I found this review both mean-spirited and, in some case, inaccurate. We have eaten at the Inn dozens of times with cross-section of people: ardent foodie friends, business associates, mothers-in-law and their ilk, and teenagers whose food preferences lean toward Taco Bell. In every case, the food was exceedingly fresh and prepared with care and creativity. Neither our guests nor anyone we’ve ever questioned about their meals at the Pittstown Inn have had a single complaint about the food. As for inaccuracies, there were several in the review. The Butternut Squash soup may have come out of the kitchen lukewarm for the reviewer (mistakes can be made), but hard to imagine it tasted floury since there is no flour in it. She may not have found the scallops to her liking, but she can’t fault the pineapple, since the scallop dish contains no pineapple, but a mango chutney. I doubt her quail salad was ‘acceptable’ because there is no quail salad on the menu. There is a bourbon-glazed quail, but no one we ever ate with mistook it for a salad. The microwave comment seemed actually snide. Perhaps some people think all restaurants do a quick re-heat in a microwave; the Pittstown Inn doesn’t even have a microwave. She may have found the mashed potatoes grainy, although an informal poll of seven previous diners at the Inn (including me—who has ordered them repeatedly) thought the mashed potatoes ranked somewhere between ‘fantastic’ and ‘perfect.’ The dessert comment was simply silly. Now she seems to be faulting the Pittstown Inn for a dessert’s flawless presentation. Some bakers do know how to make precise layers and icing. In short, yes I am biased in the Pittstown Inn’s favor, but with dishes like an inventive Cioppino, scallops that taste like a spring day bursting in your mouth, meltingly good beet and goat cheese salad, and even a flawless hamburger, the Pittstown Inn deserves better than Rosie’s Table-Hopping review. Try it for yourself—you’ll probably find us there.
