September 27, 2005
When we lived in New Hope you could often catch me having lunch at Waterlilies. It was a small, local hang-out between Lahaska and New Hope right on busy Route 202. It wasn't much to look, even sparse, but the food was always good and tasted home-cooked. I like their sandwiches and soups best of all.
Several us planned to meet somewhere in the area for lunch, and I wanted to relive those lunch memories and chose Waterlilies.
I was surprised to walk into this once-sparse cafe and find they tried to upgrade it with lots of fluff. They had lacy curtains, burgandy walls, and lots of frills. I missed the old, sparser Waterlilies. They seemed to have missed with all the details, and it actually made it look cheap.
I also remembered the service always being friendly, local and casual. The service level was not the same. We had a hard time flagging our waitress down and the staff all seemed so caught in side-work, that they were forgetting their main job was to serve the customers.
I did find the sandwiches were just as good. I had my old turkey club, and it tasted just as good as it always did. I was pleased the mainstay did not change, even if all the trimmings had.
They also appeared to have tried to upgrade the evening menu and now called themselves--Italian-American. We did not have dinner here, but the menu seemed to be a little more complex than it had in years gone by.
Another sad thing that did change that the restaurant has no control over was the development around it. It was always on busy Route 202, but the back faced a pristine farm field. You could eat and look across to hay bails and a green field. It reminded you of where you were. It was a little view I loved. That view is now gone. Peddler's Village has expanded their parking lot to the field, and beyond that, there is yet one more new housing development. Sadly, this is a symbol of what is happening all over Bucks County. Those wonderful fields and farms that once gave the area it's charcter are now housing developments and parking lots. Maybe sometimes it's best not to go back and hold onto the old memories.
From journal A weekend in the country