Unless you're one of the thousands of my rabidly regular followers, the only reason you're gonna want to read this particular review is if you like to visit places typically regarded as "the most..." about some or another regard in life. you know like what place makes "the most" unusual pasta sauce (cincinnatti "chili") or has "the most" sweltering summer (houston, ok I know it has a lot of competition in this but no matter anyway, just believe what i tell you. or don't just go see for yourself in mid-summer and enjoy miserable). But on the other hand if you want to visit the place that has "the most" snow in winter you'll have to put Watertown, NY on your bucket list. As you might have guessed already, that is not how I happened to stop here.
How it happened is that usually once a year for a couple of weeks during summer I visit friends who live in the thousand islands, a string of overgrown rocky outcroppings, perhaps an acre or two in size, that are cruising downstream, ever so slowly mind you, in the st lawrence river a few hundred miles from niagara falls. I've promised not to say too much more here as these islanders aren't keen about their summer houses getting more famous or otherwise visited upon by today's burgeoning overload of would-be summer house residents to the east.
Let's just say that once upon a time and far far away, people of some means who lived in the tonier galaxies of manhattan, southern connecticut and boston, realizing there were plenty too many people discovering their traditionally precious hidey holes in the hamptons and martha's and nantucket, headed west where they could own their very own small island, or at least part of a larger one, then cause a house to be erected, and spend their gravy and afternoon vacations there during months when the st lawrence is still liquid.
And that's exactly what some did, as they or more likely their heirs still do to this very day. Considering their private and secluded beauty, not many locations can be had that rival the area (just in case you're wondering, yes this is where that famous salad dressing of the same name was created by some nameless cook who figured out how to mix mayo, ketchup and pickle relish on that day when she ran out of vinaigrette with a largish dinner party arriving less than an hour from now. This is KNOWN FACT!).
To get down to my visit to Watertown, as it happened one of my friends developed an annoying bit of urinary blockage during my recent stay, thus requiring prompt medical attention at the VA hospital in Syracuse so he could finally relieve himself (I know some may say this is "tmi" about this situation and maybe so, but that's what you get when you read my stuff, crass crude philistine, at times deranged. All this due to whatever affliction it was one could get while cramming 4 years of first class draft dodging into 6 in Austin when living there was seriously good).
(On the other hand, sometimes my 10 second review of a hamburger is just that, because sometimes a hamburger is just a hamburger...really you never can tell about a guy like me.) Now quit interrupting willya?... get back to the 1,000 islands. Being the ever-so-helpful-out-of-towner I volunteered to drive my friend to Syracuse, in itself not so onerous a task. But as it turned out, finding a proper place to eat afterward was.
in quick disgust we gave up finding anything good in Syracuse, so headed north and stopped at a friendly wine store in Watertown to grab a few roadies for our jangled nerves. Then, in addition to those ever-popular, easily concealed bottles, I also scored half a case of fine though overpriced bottles for later. But for our patronage we did receive from the store owner an immediate return: her most enthusiastic endorsement for Pete's as, without doubt "the (most) best" Italian restaurant in Watertown.
Without going into the usual needless details about its various qualities, I will venture to say that Pete's is likely "the best restaurant" in this town, which as I mentioned also happens to get "the most snowfall every winter". So tell me how much more can you get in a Yelp review? Here's what amounts to a two-fer word to the wise (best restaurant in snowiest winter town) delivered in the kind of hipshot, gut-reaction synchromeshed prose that you simply won't find anywhere else (albeit due less to exclusivity than to its being frankly unpublishable in any other venue). I suppose I may as well add that my vote for best item on Pete's menu was the osso buco, but then that's because it's the only thing I ate.
And the reason I went to so much trouble writing this is that the osso buco was 100% terriffic. read more