The Observer got a birds-eye view of Nevis Friday, along with a good time at an aerie of an eatery. Bananas, the moveable feast of a restaurant owned by peripatetic restaurateur Gillian Smith, has relocated high in the Hamilton Estates. The trip alone is worth the visit, as the last 100 yards or so consists of a canopy road of unbroken green cover.
Imagine a series of terraces, apropos for a hillside establishment. The first level is the big bar, with its exposed brick and deep, rich wood surface. Surrounding that venue is a series of small nooks, comfortable areas complete with divans and throw pillows. The next level is the dining room, a wraparound experience of soft wood with a view of western Nevis and the Caribbean Sea unfolding in ripples below.
In a secluded bower off to one side of the establishment is a quiet area of small chairs and leafy shade, where a smoker can indulge without suffering the disdain of smoke-free patrons.
With a fine selection of wines, beers and liquors and an equally salubrious menu, Gillian Smith has scored again in her latest venture.
This week, she’ll be bringing live entertainment to her escarpment. The “Friends Band” will be playing from 8 to 11 p.m. on Saturday. Specials include a fine salmon filet, and sirloin steak, along with some equally enjoyable comestibles.
Much lower in The Observer’s scale of experience, in altitude and attitude, was an eminently forgettable meal your correspondent suffered at a beachside restaurant. Ever the optimist, The Observer refuses to name the place in the hopes that the offending party was a narrow-minded minority of one.
After getting his meal and working his way halfway through so-so ribs, The Observer noted that a fly was helping to eat his meal.
The waiter removed the offending plate, and both The Observer and his guest swore they heard the server say the meal would be comped.
The bill, however, added up to a different story. The waiter initially refused to subtract the price of the meal—you ate half of it, he said—and then angrily snarled he’d pay the whole thing after your writer threatened to never return. The Observer noted that the only part of the bill he would not pay was that which subsidized the bug-infested plate.
That result was reached only after some pretty nasty back-and-forth. However, the threat holds true—unlike MacArthur, The Observer will not return.
A good time was had by none. But then again, I’m sure the fly ate well.