I have to admit that I was not pleased with the choice of venues for our high school class sixty-second get-together. A bit of nostalgia I suppose in the selection of Lowell’s Restaurant for the event. But the current establishment shares only the name, a town, and a few menu items with the former dairy bar of our youth—the place we went for Ice cream, burgers, and shakes. I had been to the new location once and had sketchy memories of the layout. We were seated then in a room that resembled a diner for its small, narrow dimensions. How were they going to fit our group in there? Not that we are a large group, never has been. Fewer than thirty of us graduated and we’re now of an age where mortality is a factor. We’ve lost a few, but those losses are still remarkably small. Some of the class is scattered too far for a luncheon date.
Fears unfounded, as we assembled, a dozen or so, in a dining room that I had not remembered. There was also an enclosed event room which I did not remember. Plenty of space. So much for my powers of observation and memory. Hey! I’m getting up there in age and things aren’t working as well as they used to.
For those of you not from the area, Lowell’s is now a family restaurant, someplace you take the kids when you are giving mom a respite from the tedium of meal preparation. I would describe it as “Pub Sheik”, not so fancy that you have to worry much about spills, but not the ruff and tumble of a true pub. They serve alcohol but there is no bar per se, but you need to check that point out for yourself as I’ve given you ample evidence to doubt my observational skills.
Despite the change in ownership and location, many of the menu items remain the same as the old Lowell’s Dairy. There is good solid food here. They usually do an excellent job on fish, always have and hopefully always will. I went for the baked haddock, lightly breaded with butter. Not sure who their seafood supplier is, but I can tell you it was fresh and tasty. Happy Nottobecooking, my trusty companion, went for the fish and chips a staple here as old as the name of the restaurant. She was a bit disappointed. The fish was not the light flakey texture we were used to, but mushy, obviously frozen. A real let-down. Everyone else seemed satisfied if not entirely happy with their entrées.
Lowell’s is a place to get a decent meal whether you’re wearing jeans or a tux—an environment that you fit into like the proverbial old shoe. Quite a few paces removed from fine dining, but good none-the-less. The experience turned out just fine for our gathering and was an enjoyable time and I suppose further support for the accuracy of the “grumpy” in my pen name for this blog, The Grumpy Gourmet.
Ambiance = 7
Nothing special here to raise the rating here, your local family restaurant.
Service = 8
They handled our lager group with ease despite the fact they had a significant function in progress in the special events room.
Food Quality = 7
Whether it was expectation that was not met or just me, but the food was only adequate, not outstanding. I’m sure there were those in our group that would disagree with that assessment, but I think I am being fair in my analysis. Some ups and some downs rates as adequate overall.
Value = 7
Fair pricing paired with adequate quality earns only a fair ranking here.
Covid Response = 8 There was very little turnover that I could witness. What I did observe was comforting. The event in the activities room began to break up before we were done. The staff assembled sprays and disinfectants in preparation of the sanitizing operation to come. Impressive.