no. i'm getting the foie gras steamed clams. you get the "devils on horseback."
holy shit. i mean holy shit! michael ruhlman was right in that one article i wrote. this is about the best damn thing i ever ate.
i know it sounds weird, but i'm trying the tomato sandwich.
taste this tomato sandwich. i don't care. just taste it.
can you believe that? if this tomato sandwich was the last thing i put in my mouth before i croaked, i would be okay with that. now give me a bite of that salad with the licorice drizzle and fancy ass bleu cheese.
no way can i have a whole entree after all that. let's just split the dry aged steak, okay? okay.
no don't worry about it, i will eat the marrow bone. i'm old school like that. and how down is it that they give you a marrow bone with your steak to begin with? you eat marrow every day and you'll never ever ever get sick.
you see those salt flakes all over this plate? that is what salt flakes are supposed to be--a little bit crunchy. i know. i love it too. pour me another glass while you're at it.
aw hell. i'm wrapping up the rest of this steak for later because i ain't leaving here without getting dessert. didn't their pastry chef just get some big award?
i'm getting the pot de crème. valerie mayen told me she loved the pot de crème here in that other article i wrote and i've wanted to try it ever since, so i'm getting the pot de crème. you get that s'more torte. you taste mine and i'll taste yours.
oh. my. god.
no wonder this place is packed to the rafters.
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