The Merion dates back to the mid-1880s and got its name around 1906 when members of Philadelphia's Merion Golf Club helped purchase it (--and rename it) as an suitable oasis for the privileged visiting the seashore during Cape May summers. We're newcomers -- our first time to have a nightcap at Merion's historic bar was probably around 1979. So we were delighted when the Merion re-opened in July after a two-year delay following a fire which damaged only the roof, but apparently may have helped to enrich lawyers on either side. I happened to call to make my reservation this week back on the very day it re-opened. It was great to walk back in time and see so much that looked so familiar, so comfortable, so unchanged. Its Merion birthright may be why the martinis are so wonderful--served in silver shakers left chilling at the table for your refill. Yes, they were everything to which a martini should aspire. My wife loved the BBQ short ribs--melted in her mouth, she said, at least equal to the best she's ever had. She says the seasoning was perfect, just the right touch of BBQ sauce, not overwhelming, but tender and succulent. I cannot rave as much as that about my crab imperial, but who can question my wife's taste. When she's happy, I'm very happy!
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