Spencers Restaurant in Palm Springs
Jenny was telling Marge about the great weekend getaway she and her husband Ralph took two weeks ago. She talked about the great hotel, about which you can find information here, where they stayed and also about some of the fabulous meals they had. Marge loved to hear of great new places to travel to as she was one of the most mobile individuals Jenny had ever met. She also had a somewhat annoying habit of always knowing the best places to go to for this and that and seemed to be a virtual expert on almost every city and country. What made it annoying was the fact that she was almost always right and everyone came to her for advice. That’s one of the reasons Jenny was particularly pleased to be telling Marge about the trip. When she revealed that their destination had been Palm Springs, California she expected her friend to be a bit stunned.
Marge quickly jumped in, “Oh, of course, darling. If you were in Palm Springs I’m sure you went to that place at the bottom of the mountain.” She had to be kidding. “Spencer’s Restaurant, that’s what it’s called. Oh it’s simply marvelous, did you go there?” Jenny was stunned. “No, uh, we missed that one.” And then Marge spent the next half hour telling her about the great restaurant at the base of Mt. San Jacinto with absolutely fabulous food. She described it as American fare with influences from the Pacific Rim and France. Jenny couldn’t believe it, she spent five minutes introducing this amazing trip she and her husband took and Marge spent a half hour telling her why she didn’t do it right. Jenny had to admit though that the lobster potstickers and the crab cakes sounded pretty good. Marge also talked about the wild mushroom ravioli and the panko crusted northern halibut. That’s the extend of Marge’s dining experience at Spencer’s Restaurant though the way she described it should be a crime to visit Palm Springs and not go there.
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