Williamsburged…

Many years ago, my cousin, Miz Liz, purchased a timeshare in Williamsburg, Virginia.  At the time, debate over dining options in the area was usually limited to Waffle House vs. Pancake House.  Happily those days are gone, and the city boasts some high-caliber chefs.  (Still a long way from Michelin star-quality, but improving!)

Now that we can dine at establishments where wine is not served out of a box, Lady Wife and I like to join them for a few days and see what our favorite chefs are doing.  Waypoint Seafood, Fat Canary, Cafe Provençal, and Le Yaca are the restaurants where we “make the rounds” when in town.

Colonial Williamsburg is about the closest thing to actual history that exists in the USA, so it’s always nice to spend a day there.  Sadly, their visitor numbers peaked in 1976 with the Bicentennial, and have been dropping since.  Anything not Disney or a roller coaster can’t hold the attention of Americans, apparently.  John D. Rockefeller Jr. was the philanthropist who saved this piece of history from the wrecking ball and eventual development into a strip mall.  Their challenge now is that the admission revenues don’t cover expenses anymore, and they are dipping into their foundation money.  Without a change, in 15-20 years the property will again be at-risk, and fall victim to the American penchant for neglecting their history.  (President Trump famously commented that the White House is, “a dump”.  Replete with bad wiring, broken toilet seats, and unresolved maintenance issues, it is no surprise.)