Extra curricular food porn
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Maia took me to lunch today.
There's a restaurant called "The Pelican Point Restaurant", it's next to Pelican Point (what a surprise). We heard a piece on them on the radio the other day.
So we got dressed up, and went, Maia not telling me where we were going, and using it as an excuse to wear some of the jewelry I've bought her over the years (including the first public outing of her new earings, and one of the pendants she complained of not having good earrings to go with).
A great day. The rain was done, dramatic skies inland, and high clouds over the water. We saw dolphins in the distance.
She ordered a "Vegetable polaire" which was a pita bread sandwich. I ordered the prix fixe lunch (three courses, a salad, entrée and desert).
While we waited for that we got bread (three types of roll, baked in house. A plain white, and a sourdough, both with cheese baked onto them) as well as a Roman Meal sort of sweet wheat. The butter was room temperature.
Her sadnwich was huge, came with fries and had avacado, roasted peppers, fresh onions, sprouts, baby zucchine (grilled) and lettuce. Half of it is in the fridge now. The fries were seasoned wedges.
I had the duck salad, bourbon filet (though I forwent the mango bbq sauce; I don't care for mangoes), and chocolate bombe.
The salad was huge; this, it turns out, was because the chef thought it an entrée salad, not a meal salad. It was superb. Local vegetables. The cherry tomatoes were all one could want, sweet, tart, juicy and firm. The cheese was pleasantly blue, the caramelised onions had an astringent note (I think they'd been done in sherry, but it might have been just a hint of cider vinegar). The duck was just warm, and the pieces had been wrapped in bacon. The truly amazing part were the brussells sprouts.
They were baby, had been blanched; barely, and then chopped. Buried in the lettuce and chopped eggs they were excellent. I went looking for them. Half of the salad is also in the fridge.
The meat was ok. It might have been better with the sauce, but there wasn't anything wrong with it. I got fries as well as carrots which had been stewed with a sweet pepper.
The bombe was nice. The ganache had good texture and the berry coulis was a decent counterpoint to the chocolate. I might have wanted the center to be a bit larger, as it's flavor was a trifle lost in the chocolate.
The only off note was the wine, a zinfandel, local (I forgot to record the name, it was the only red zin on the menu, so I didn't really pay specific attention). I think it was decent, but stale, so a lot of the the flavor I expected (it had a very good nose) was absent.
The coffee was well done, and the service (though we were one of two tables, at the end of the lunch service) was good. Maia didn't have to ask after refills of the water for her tea, and she didn't complain it wasn't hot.
For the two of us the bill was 40 bucks.
We'll probably go back for dinner, though I think I'll want to wait until the sun is higher, so we can watch the sea as the sun sets.
There's a restaurant called "The Pelican Point Restaurant", it's next to Pelican Point (what a surprise). We heard a piece on them on the radio the other day.
So we got dressed up, and went, Maia not telling me where we were going, and using it as an excuse to wear some of the jewelry I've bought her over the years (including the first public outing of her new earings, and one of the pendants she complained of not having good earrings to go with).
A great day. The rain was done, dramatic skies inland, and high clouds over the water. We saw dolphins in the distance.
She ordered a "Vegetable polaire" which was a pita bread sandwich. I ordered the prix fixe lunch (three courses, a salad, entrée and desert).
While we waited for that we got bread (three types of roll, baked in house. A plain white, and a sourdough, both with cheese baked onto them) as well as a Roman Meal sort of sweet wheat. The butter was room temperature.
Her sadnwich was huge, came with fries and had avacado, roasted peppers, fresh onions, sprouts, baby zucchine (grilled) and lettuce. Half of it is in the fridge now. The fries were seasoned wedges.
I had the duck salad, bourbon filet (though I forwent the mango bbq sauce; I don't care for mangoes), and chocolate bombe.
The salad was huge; this, it turns out, was because the chef thought it an entrée salad, not a meal salad. It was superb. Local vegetables. The cherry tomatoes were all one could want, sweet, tart, juicy and firm. The cheese was pleasantly blue, the caramelised onions had an astringent note (I think they'd been done in sherry, but it might have been just a hint of cider vinegar). The duck was just warm, and the pieces had been wrapped in bacon. The truly amazing part were the brussells sprouts.
They were baby, had been blanched; barely, and then chopped. Buried in the lettuce and chopped eggs they were excellent. I went looking for them. Half of the salad is also in the fridge.
The meat was ok. It might have been better with the sauce, but there wasn't anything wrong with it. I got fries as well as carrots which had been stewed with a sweet pepper.
The bombe was nice. The ganache had good texture and the berry coulis was a decent counterpoint to the chocolate. I might have wanted the center to be a bit larger, as it's flavor was a trifle lost in the chocolate.
The only off note was the wine, a zinfandel, local (I forgot to record the name, it was the only red zin on the menu, so I didn't really pay specific attention). I think it was decent, but stale, so a lot of the the flavor I expected (it had a very good nose) was absent.
The coffee was well done, and the service (though we were one of two tables, at the end of the lunch service) was good. Maia didn't have to ask after refills of the water for her tea, and she didn't complain it wasn't hot.
For the two of us the bill was 40 bucks.
We'll probably go back for dinner, though I think I'll want to wait until the sun is higher, so we can watch the sea as the sun sets.