There’s just something alluring about having dinner in a low-ceilinged dining room with peanut shells on the floor and a fireplace and ancient-looking wooden beams holding everything in place and rippled views from the antique glass windows. That this place—Purdy’s Farmer and the Fish in North Salem, N.Y.—has good food, too, is just a bonus.
I just love the feeling of sitting in an inn in the corner of a building that is older than this country is, finding the company of neighbors in a popular place that is seemingly never short on business. Built in 1775, this building that is this restaurant is made to last.
I want to eat here, I want to stay here, I want to live here.
Maybe someday my picture will join the sepia-toned scenes of North Salem in years past that adorn its walls. Until then, I’ll enjoy a martini, or a coffee, or a beer, or locally grown corn, or oysters here as often as I can.