I was fortunate to visit an excellent client in Vermont this week. During the trip, we ate at The Alchemist in Waterbury. I arrived at 5:45 and the place was hopping; truly, just buzzing with good cheer. It's rare to walk into a new establishment in a never-seen-before town and just feel comfortable. We had housemade pickles, from local fall cukes and burgers from local cattle. Just great food. Oh, and the beer is all made downstairs with fine, mineral-rich VT water.
Then, the next morning, we headed over to The Red Hen and had fresh out of the oven croissants made with butter from a dairy 40 miles away! Honestly, it may have been the finest "thing" I've ever eaten.
I don't think I eat as well anywhere in the world, like I do along I-89.