Monday, November 21, 2005

overlong post about stuff i ate

I started this post a while ago and didn't post it. So here goes...

So, no celebs at Butter but we did have an ultra amazing dinner. I'll tell you about it after I complain that I spent most of the day in bed watching Six Feet Under as various viruses had their way with me. I better feel better tomorrow or I am going to remove my swollen gland myself with a chilled spoon. Stupid gland. (update, it may be a node according to Amy P.)

I started out the dinnner with a glass of Perrier-Jouet, which I've always wanted to try because I love the Art Nouveau bottle (the one with the flowers). I liked it but it was no better than countless sparkling Cali wines that cost half as much. Then the VIP treatment began. Two different kinds of soup were sent out, some crazy white bean and mussel soup that was amazing and a pudding-like butternut squash. Then they sent out seared foie gras with figs and chocolate bread. I do not like seared foie gras. I think it tastes like hot fat. I love pate, though. That was the only off note for me, but the others at the table snapped it up. We also got scallops, and an appetizer with pasta and spicy lamb sausage. I'm afraid I will bore you if I continue with the menu but everything was delcious. One person got lobster which was exciting to try. Here's a link to a (slightly outdated) dessert menu so you can see the delicious stuff that my friend has created. He sent out every single one of the desserts on the menu and we washed it all down with a flowery glass of muscat that I wish I knew the name of even though I probably couldn't afford a bottle.

Other amazing meals-medium rare lamb burger at Chez Oskar may be the best burger ever and successfully solved the dispute of whether rare or raw lamb is a good thing. A nice, cheap homestyle Italian feast was had at La Locanda in Williamsburg. As the review promised, it was hipster free. In fact it was mostly enormous guys in tracksuits shoveling escarole and beans into their mouths with their meaty paws and chatting up the cute waitresses. I love a place that will fill your glass of good chianti to the brim and charge you $4.50 for it. In fact, I love it so much I had two glasses and consequently I think the waitress caught me checking out her rack which sucks. But everyone there can back me up that it was hard not to look! Also, I ate breakfast twice at Bonita and I think their breakfasts are not to be missed if you're in Brooklyn. And so cheap! 5.50 for the huevos Mexicanos. It's a giant mound of scrambled eggs with tomato, peppers, and onion with beans on the side and tortillas. And the cafe con leche is a milky glass of heaven. OK don't ever remind me that I wrote that sentence but I wish I was drinking it right now.

Later I'll post about upcoming shows if you were skimming your way through my culinary adventures.

7 comments:

beckler said...

Just to stop the trickle of haters, I will admit to not knowing Jack Shit (is that capitalized like a proper noun? like it's a person?) about wine. I never claimed to. I like to drink wine. I try to learn about it but like everything else I try to learn about, I forget 90% of what I read or hear. Same for food. I'm not a gourmet, or a gourmand, or an epicure, or an oenophile or a pedophile or any of those other fancy things. Just to cut the busters off at the pass.

Anonymous said...

Fuck the potential haters! I like it when you write about food and wine. And music, and politics and all the other stuff, because you're a good writer. You don't have to be an expert to write about something. You hear that haters?

I do feel like reminding you that I got you a bottle of Perrier Jouet for your birthday once though.

-michele

Stephen Glass said...

Comes in bottles, doesn't it? Isn't some red and white, even though the white is really more silverish? That pretty much covers what I know. That and the fact that they usually don't fill up your glass all the way in so-called nicer restaurants.
If it didn't start life in a Scottish bog, it's not worth knowing much minatuae about, I've learned, and perhaps not even then.

Anonymous said...

I don't know if I agree with all that Stephen...
-michele

Maya said...

I got really ill when I was about 9, two of my lymph nodes--behind each ear-- swelled up. They never went back down, but I know I'm coming down with something if they get sore. They are good illness barometers, but not very attractive. Hopefully yours go away when you get better!

beckler said...

I removed them with an x-acto knife. Problem solved. Perhaps I hit the hippocampus on the way in and that's why I forgot that Michele bought me a bottle of that champagne for my birthday. See how nicely I tie both of the threads of comments together?

Stephen Glass said...

Hey, I was just describing my own ignornance of wine. And love of scotch. And simulataneous somewhat-hatred of scotch snobs. I forgot to mention a non-hatred of wine snobs.
I guess that preemptive hit on any snarky wine expertys worked, by the way.
Let's not hate, let's truly appreciate -- wine, champagne, scotch, vodka, beer, jalapeno schnapps, malt liquor, corn moonshine, turnpentine-based gin, hair tonic, even Coors.