My dad has lived in Rhode Island for my entire life, but since my parents have been divorced for most of that, my childhood in the Ocean State comprised of a few weeks in the summer. The rest of the time, my dad dutifully drove down to wherever I was living (somewhere in New York or Connecticut) every other weekend. I’d joke that he was as reliable as the post office, delivering himself on my doorstep through rain, sleet and snow. So it’s no wonder our moving to Rhode Island would evoke his enthusiasm. The other day, he stopped by to mow our lawn.
And this morning, he and my step-mom (who Madeline calls Grand-Donna) treated us to brunch at Oatley’s Restaurant in North Kingstown, RI. Even the name of it, I liked. From the outside, it has the woodsy charm of a country store and inside it’s an old fashioned restaurant with several tables and a counter dishing out homemade comfort food. At 10 am there was a bit of a line, which I took as a good sign. Since they make their own breads and muffins, I chose the french toast made with raisin bread. French toast on homemade bread can sometimes be dry especially if it’s sliced too thickly, but this was perfectly eggy and not too sweet. (I’m glad to report that they don’t blanket their french toast with a mound of powdered sugar). With some crisp, meaty bacon on the side, it made my ideal brunch.
717 Ten Rod Road
North Kingstown, RI