By ANDREW NEMETHY
Most eating establishments would be upset if their reputation had "gone to the
dogs." Not Gracie's Restaurant in Stowe. In fact, Gracie's just may be the best
doggone eatery in Vermont, whether you want to "setter down" for some good lunch
chow or wolf down a hearty dinner. Or maybe just take a paws for a little snack. Do you begin to detect a theme? Gracie, in case you haven't
guessed, was a dog, an Airedale mix that Paul ("Archie") and Susan Archdeacon
rescued from the pound. When they took over the former Happleton's restaurant in the
village of Stowe in July of 1991, they were struggling to find a moniker.
"We had no idea what we were
going to name it," Susan Archdeacon recalls. "We were running around with all
sorts of different ideas, so we said, 'Let's name it after the dog and see what
happens'."
What happened, almost from the moment
they opened their doors, is that Gracie's became a favored local bastion in this
restaurant-happy town, where there's no dearth of dining choices. And 10 years later,
despite what Paul Archdeacon admits is a lack of parking spaces, no roadside signs and a
less-than-ideal basement location, throngs of tourists sniff Gracie's out when they come
to visit.
What they come for is an unusual
shrine to dogdom that also happens to be a classic ski area eatery and pub featuring
almost 80 items on the menu, from lunch to late-night snacks. The walls of Gracie's are
covered with lovable paintings and pictures of canines and puppies and doggy sayings and
dog wisdom, including hilarious framed posters proclaiming reasons "Why dogs are
better than (men) (women)." Sample: "Dogs never need to examine their
relationships."
The menu is totally
tongue-in-dog-cheek, from the spicy Dalmatian chicken paws (for serious fire dogs) to the
Wolfhound Waldorf Salad and the sandwiches, which are called the Blazing Beagle Burger,
the Chihuahua and the Rottweiler ("It's got a good bite to it.").
Dogtrinaire, you might say, and proud
of it.
Gracie and a companion named George
(yes, named after comedians George Burns and Gracie Allen), have long since gone to doggy
heaven (now replaced by Buddy the Labrador Retriever), but Gracie still graces the menu
and this doggie dining theme park has obviously struck a responsive chord.
"It's just amazing how many
people are affectionate for their dogs," says Paul Archdeacon, who has had patrons
bring photos of their dogs and even framed pictures to add to the walls.
In 1995, the Archdeacons opened up
the Gourmutt Shop upstairs above the restaurant, which is in the Carlson's Building across
from the Green Mountain Inn. The shop began as a retail outlet to appease the demand for
their marinades and dressings and home-baked breads, cakes and cookies, and has
diversified into a butcher shop with hand-carved steaks and fresh seafood, along with more
dog stuff than you can, um, shake a stick at.
There are dog welcome mats and
homemade doggie biscuits and dog bookends and hats and ties, towels, you name it, along
with a "kitty corner" for cat lovers.
The masters of this doggy empire met
while working in Stowe. Paul had studied to be a math teacher and came up from his home
outside of Boston for an interlude as a ski bum in 1972, working as a dishwasher at the
elegant Stowehof Inn. During his year in Stowe, he fell in love with Vermont, chucked his
teaching plans, and embarked on a career in the tourist trade that included bartending or
running most of Stowe's best known nightspots, including the Matterhorn, the Baggy Knees
and the Rusty Nail. He also sold timeshare units at the Trapp Family Lodge and worked at
several restaurants.
Susan Archdeacon came from
Massachusetts to attend Johnson State College, where she majored in history and then
"just stayed," she says. The two met when she was working as a waitress at the
Partridge Inn.
Susan manages the crammed kitchen and
Paul runs the front of the house in the 55-seat restaurant, where his sense of humor and
gift of gab make him the perfect host. Open seven days a week, Gracie's and the Gourmutt
Shop now have nearly 40 employees.
"We're very fortunate. We have
the greatest staff," says Paul, adding that they handle busy lunchtimes and an
average of 180-200 dinners each night. He and Susan practically live at the restaurant,
working a schedule that would leave most of us dog-tired, but they seem to thrive.
Gracie's staples are ski resort/diner
homecookin' at its best, starting with the handcut fries and their secret recipe of
homemade onion rings, which are as good as you'll get anywhere - crunchy and sweet, served
plain or Cajun spiced and jerk seasoned. Gracie's great home baked breads accompany the
meals, and the restaurant is known for its fine soups, especially the clam chowder, which
is the concoction of one of the chefs who hails from Cape Cod. Scallops, oysters, fried
clams and fish also hint at a strong Cape connection.
Paul Archdeacon says the bestseller
at the restaurant is the $12.95 bar steak, which is hand carved and trimmed in the kitchen
from filet mignon. But as you'd expect from a family joint, there are a dozen types of
burgers, plus meatloaf with real mashed potatoes, barbecue dishes, chicken, south of the
border Tex-Mex, and vegetarian dishes.
When you're done, of course, you can
call for a doggie bag, although in this case, it's a frozen desert Susan concocted: a
white chocolate "bag" filled with chocolate mint mousse served with homemade hot
fudge.
A rough dog's life? Certainly not the
way it's been cooked up at Gracie's by Paul and Susan Archdeacon.
Andrew Nemethy of Adamant writes about
food for Vermont Sunday Magazine.
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