Monday, September 22, 2008
I'm Not Sayin I Miss The Business
This place is two blocks away, tucked in on a side street . . . Go check out their September menu descrips . . . .
It's an exhibition kitchen, you sit around the cooking station, you get to tour the back side and see prep at work. You get to ask questions simple and complex. It's a gas! We sat at the bar area just in front of where Chef Randall (owner) in the pic is standing. There's tables for 30 more or so, behind.
I go there now once or twice a year just to hang with Chef Noah (Chef de Cuisine) in the alley and give him some fresh basil I grow, just so I can smell the smells out the back door, and talk kitchen shit. *G*
Been there once on our birthdays (Jan), three years ago.
Incredible.
There are times when I read their new monthly menu I start to tremble slightly, shake a bit, salivate, drool, and feint.
And I start thinking about how many glass and plastic containers I would need to dive for in dumpsters to afford just ONE more time there . . . $125 per person.
Sigh.
So then when I stop the shakes, I go to the local carniciera to get some veal bones (can't get them from the chain grocery stores) I can roast, with some mirapoix, and make two quarts of demi glace so I can pretend I still have a clue as to what the phook's going on out there with the art of fine dining . . .
Sigh.
Hand me another corn dog and pass the French's Mustard . . .
Sigh.
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