A curious old legend lingers of a ghost that lurks the Carriage House halls from days of dinners past. It is said to be the wispy ectoplasm of a pre-Civil War slave with a penchant for playful service. Menus move, the lights dim, friends hear funny things...and wine mingles the soul. Who knows, maybe there's more to the savory vapors of good food and the sentient spirit of good friends than meets the eye!