I grew up in a pie-eating household. My mom is the queen of pie pastry crust - I endeavor to be as skilled in this area as she. She learned the technique from my paternal Grandmother, a woman famous for her Chocolate Cream Pie, and perfected her skills over many years of Thanksgivings and Christmas' (Pecan and Pumpkin), summers (blueberry and cherry), and any given weekend (the aforementioned Chocolate Cream, Key Lime, Lemon Meringue, etc.).
However, sometimes the mood for pie strikes, and the time and equipment for whipping up said delicacy are elusive. This very phenomenon struck while we were out to dinner with my Mom and Dad last weekend. Thankfully, the folks at West Town Tavern were able to step up to the plate. Their Bourbon Pecan Pie with Caramel Sauce, plum chunks and thick whipped cream hit the spot.
My Dad, however, wasn't entirely sated - he made Mom promise to make Chocolate Creme the next day!
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And both West Town's Pecan Pie and the Chocolate Cream Pie the next day were great!
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