As usual our week tends to revolve around, center on, find comfort in food. That goes without saying for the French Tarte, naturally, but I have to break free of my digital archiving duties during the day and seek out food experiences within a limited radius. So, I recently walked a couple blocks down Empire Street in order to purchase a rather unremarkable bean soup at AS220: lots of green leaves tucked in and among the beans and the bacon was a bit on the spongy side -- I suppose it was the broth, eh?
Later in the week Susie and I splurged on a Kermit Lynch wine dinner at Chez Pascal. It was a wonderful evening of delicious wines matched by equally delicious food, put on by the brilliant folks at Kermit Lynch. An importer of incredibly wonderful wines at a relatively decent price, Kermit Lynch has been one of those marques you find and never let go: you just know the product he selects and brings over here will be delicious and of good value. His organization has been a resource for us since we lived in Michigan.
During dinner we actually sat next to an Eisenhower, although she claimed that her branch of the family was very distant from the former President. There was really no resemblance, but still. . .
Unfortunately, the poor lighting and my mediocre photographic technique doesn't even begin to accurately depict the scrumptious food but I think you'll get the idea:
|seared scallop with celery root, apple and saffron butter|
|beef short rib, white sweet potato gratin|
|pear custard gratin with bleu cheese|
|vanilla bean flan|
|raspberry pistachio Breton shortbread tart|
|caramel nut tart|
|apricot flan buns|
|the three tartlets, or Lee returns from Paris|