Jazz, Baby

Headed out to Newport, Rhode Island and stayed in the lovely Samuel Durfee Bed and Breakfast, that offered breakfast in the lovingly restored dining room or on the back patio:

Yes, meandered the cliff walk for an hour and a half, gaping at the summer “cottages” of the filthy rich of the late 1800’s, early 1900s.

The steel magnates, the railroad barrons, and the coal operators, all built castle-sized abodes along Bellevue Avenue in varying architectural styles, but similar intent: to have these homes reflect and establish their status among the elite. Met up with Kevin, Marriette and Matthew for dinner:

I toured two of these homes one morning. Entering the formidable gates:

Here’s a kitchen we can all work in – at the same time!

I hit the beach one afternoon, and we savor the views of the ocean drive, all to get to know the northeastern sailing capital of the US. A stop at one of the big houses that is now a hotel, sitting in a couple of Adirondack chairs that perch all down the sloping green lawn with a picture-perfect view of sailboats in the harbor.

From noon until 6 each day, it’s the Newport Jazz Festival and walking from tent to tent to see who what playing what. It’s being held at Fort Adams State Park. And it’s a real fort, from the late 1700s:

My favorite, hands down, no close second, is Vince Giordano and the Nighthawks.

Their big band/ragtime music has me doing the Cosby dancing in my seat. One dude played a very strange looking instrument called a phono-fiddle:

The breezy temp out at the main tent is refreshing and Pat Metheny has changed from a brunette to a gray-hair, but his talent and the sound have not.

Evening brings wonderful food, including one that ranks in the top twenty lifetime – at Tallulah on Thames (and that’s pronounced to rhyme with james, and both the t and the h, please). First comes the visual study. An heirloom tomato salad with 3 types of tomatoes and melon, garnished with flavored oils:

followed by lobster with curry nage, coconut rice and assorted micro-greens:

then closing my eyes to savor all the flavors, and finally, the best part!!! I find the chef and chat to find out where he trained. Once he mentioned Joel Rubichon, I got it.

So happy to have finally checked out such a classic festival. A short drive back to Boston, then I head on the puddle-jumper over to the little island.

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