so that’s why they call it that!

hooray for restaurant week!  we experienced our first restaurant week last winter, and apparently there’s also a summer week.  after drooling over all of the menus offered, we finally chose quivey’s grove stone house restaurant.  maybe not the most glamorous of all the options, but the one menu that made both of us equally hungry.  and it was delicious!  i started with a spinach and mushroom salad (surprisingly bright and fresh!), enjoyed the duck schnitzel entree (very delicious and about twice as much food as i could conceivably eat at one sitting) and had the door county cherry turnover for dessert.  mr. happy stuff enjoyed the smoked whitefish cakes (they came with a green salad),  the trio of medallions  (quite tasty),  and ended his meal with the key lime martini (tart and smooth at the same time).  the restaurant itself is in an old stone farmhouse complete with tiny nooks and crannies of rooms, a labyrinth of staircases, and decorated with quilts and other antique memorabilia.  the room we ate in had fabulous floor-to-ceiling windows with wooden shutters that could open and close for privacy and light.  i wisely chose to save half of my entree for lunch tomorrow (i’m still stuffed after only the first half!) and when the waitress wrapped it up, she brought it back in a most curious package.  picture a paper tray (the kind that french fries and hot dogs sometimes come in?  white with a red lined plaid pattern?) wrapped up in a small white plastic baggie.  on the bottom side of the baggie, i found this:

it reads “since my meal has been replete/i’ll conserve what i couldn’t eat/to serve myself another time/or feed that dog or cat of mine.”  i finally understand the term doggie bag!  how quaint!