It was an eventful Saturday evening on the quaint streets of Nantucket, MA. These phrases, eventful and Nantucket don't usually occupy the same sentence. However, during the time of our stay on this lovely island, it happened to not only be our honeymoon (exciting and eventful in itself), but also the Figawi race weekend. This annual boat race is the kick off celebration to the summer season for Nantucket island. The streets were lined with college students eager and loud, awaiting whatever activities were to occupy their last night on the island before returning back to the school, as well as boaters full of exhaustion after a long day of racing, and of the course the ever so lucky families who also were in attendance for this fun-filled event.
Josh and I actually did not know that we would be traveling to Nantucket the same weekend as hundreds of others for this Figawi extravaganzaa. We merely chose this location due to my dreamy imagination which had portrayed this island as perfection filled with old nautical houses, quaint streets lined with store front windows and coffee shops where my "new" husband and I could cross legs under the table while smiling dreamingly into each others eyes while sipping our New England brew. I had been through my phase of reading all of the Nantucket books, many which were written by one of my personal favorites, Elin Hilderbrand and thought that perhaps it was time to fulfill my desire of visiting this hidden jewel.
While our weekend on Nantucket didn't neccessarily portray the quaintness that I envisioned, Figawi only made it that much more appealing. The liveliness and excitement just added to the joy. It truthfully made us want to explore more because we felt like we were missing something if we stepped away from it all for even a smidgen of a second.
Anyways, on to the purpose of this entry. I had to begin with that exact introduction you see. Not as a means to display my enthusiasm for Figawi race weekend on the Island, but more so to set the precedent for what was really going on around us as we stepped into this rusted, tiny house turned restaurant on a sunny, chill-nipped evening in May.
If I had to do it all over again I would bring my fanciest heels, rock the pearls (the REAL ones, not the fakes), curl my hair just on the ends as to add a little flow, and perhaps even wear tights just because it's the proper thing to do. When I describe Oran Mor as being fancy I'm not referring to your downtown fancy family outting. I'm not even referring to some of the other, pricier places a tad more known, Ruth Chris's, Angus Barn, etc.. The 12 year old sitting at the table next to me (Yes, the one discussing his plans of attending Harvard) looked as if he had more experience in a setting like this than the two of us, newly married "adults" did. It was a tad intimidating at first, I won't lie. We both felt a little out of place, which is funny because the two of us love a fancy date night as much as the next person. I don't think it was even that this restaurant was "better" so to speak than others. It just had a feeling, from the moment you stepped through the door, that it had experienced class, wealth, and success throughout it's years. It seeped from the way the waiters offered their most prestigious house wine, or recommended their top seafood appetizer. It was the way they knew before I did that I was about to need a refill (Wow), or the way the food sat perfectly on the plate as if you were messing up a true work of art as you dug your fork into it. Oran Mo really was just a place that we were pleased to pay for our pricey meal while leaving a very generous tip. It was well earned and truly deserved.
Josh had made these reservations MONTHS in advance (something I highly recommend if you want to attempt). It was a dreamy, fairy tale like dinner outting that any new bride would daydream about prior to the evening. The whole dinner, we sat, hand in hand, laughing, discussing our new future together, joking the 12 year old who knew more than us, and "ooo'ing" and "ahhhh'in" over ever deliciousness that we tasted with each bite. All of this, while soaking in the beautiful, quaint atmosphere that seemed to surface every inch of this island (even the upscale Oran Mor).
Looking back at our pictures of Nantucket, I realized that we did not make one at or of the restaurant. We must have been too mesmerized by all of it's wonderfulness. However, below is a picture of us from that evening standing just down the street, that we had captured as we were en route to the Restaurant that night.
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