May, I be the first to say wow! I am twenty five and it feels awesome. I am sure, as I start to "get up there", it won’t be so awesome but, my birthday was fabulous! A, huge, huge, thank-you to all of my friends and family for making it so, special for me. What topped of the celebration, for me were of course the friends, that met up for dinner; lot’s of laughing and good times. But, more importantly the French restaurant my husband, took me on, Friday night. I was in my element and I recommend this restaurant, to anyone, that remotely, enjoys good food.
To re-cap our experience, we walked in greeted by the chef, was sat, at a quaint table, by the window. As, I sat down, I looked around at the mahogany wood flooring, red walls and huge double doors, that divided the restaurant into individual rooms. There was a huge rustic, chandelier and out side with the half draped windows, I thought, I was literally in New York City. People were bustling by, and twinkle lights just coming on because dusk was falling. I was absolutely beaming. Michael looked over at me, with total satisfaction, that he scored and I just let him have his glory. The pallet cleanser, was a croustini, all assembled perfectly on a oblong, white platter. Served, in little clear glass cups , was a sour cream, with a red wine vinegar reduction ,with chives. De-lish, I might say. I ate the stuff right out of the glass, it was so good.
While, waiting for our meal, I took it in. Men were seated next to us, enjoying the "finer things" in life, ordering the pork shank ,braised in honey and wine by the bottle. It reminded me of the movie: Titanic, in the brandy room, congratulating, themselves ,of being masters of the universe. I smiled and laughed at their comments, they made to each other, as they got tipsy.
By, that time, our food came. There, were perfectly decorated, white plates. It was almost too pretty to eat; the portion was not tiny by any means. Which I can appreciate, like that commercial, I am not paying for elf food. Michael had the chicken of course and I had the Bouf Bourguignon (aka: braised beef stew with red wine and root vegetables.)
Michaels, chicken, was in a mushroom sauce with rice pilaf and I had the al gratin potatoes. Delicious and rich! The meat fell apart and the chicken, was perfectly seasoned in this rich cream sauce; down to the homemade, French bread that, I overindulged in ,with butter.
But, what I really want to talk about is the dessert. I wanted all of them, I really did. They all looked so good. We decided on, the floating island and a bread pudding made with brioche with homemade ice cream. The floating island was a meringue floating in a vanilla sauce with toasted almonds on top. When you get down to the middle, there was a chocolate truffle. To die for! The brioche was a decadent, crusty, sugary good-ness, around the top and edges, with a drizzle of raspberry sauce, whipped cream and homemade French vanilla ice cream. We inhaled it served, with espresso and cream.
As, we finished our meal ,left and went to the car I immediately sent a text to Sue and said: I am in heaven and I am taking you here for your birthday. So, a five star experience and twenty five is going to be great!
To re-cap our experience, we walked in greeted by the chef, was sat, at a quaint table, by the window. As, I sat down, I looked around at the mahogany wood flooring, red walls and huge double doors, that divided the restaurant into individual rooms. There was a huge rustic, chandelier and out side with the half draped windows, I thought, I was literally in New York City. People were bustling by, and twinkle lights just coming on because dusk was falling. I was absolutely beaming. Michael looked over at me, with total satisfaction, that he scored and I just let him have his glory. The pallet cleanser, was a croustini, all assembled perfectly on a oblong, white platter. Served, in little clear glass cups , was a sour cream, with a red wine vinegar reduction ,with chives. De-lish, I might say. I ate the stuff right out of the glass, it was so good.
While, waiting for our meal, I took it in. Men were seated next to us, enjoying the "finer things" in life, ordering the pork shank ,braised in honey and wine by the bottle. It reminded me of the movie: Titanic, in the brandy room, congratulating, themselves ,of being masters of the universe. I smiled and laughed at their comments, they made to each other, as they got tipsy.
By, that time, our food came. There, were perfectly decorated, white plates. It was almost too pretty to eat; the portion was not tiny by any means. Which I can appreciate, like that commercial, I am not paying for elf food. Michael had the chicken of course and I had the Bouf Bourguignon (aka: braised beef stew with red wine and root vegetables.)
Michaels, chicken, was in a mushroom sauce with rice pilaf and I had the al gratin potatoes. Delicious and rich! The meat fell apart and the chicken, was perfectly seasoned in this rich cream sauce; down to the homemade, French bread that, I overindulged in ,with butter.
But, what I really want to talk about is the dessert. I wanted all of them, I really did. They all looked so good. We decided on, the floating island and a bread pudding made with brioche with homemade ice cream. The floating island was a meringue floating in a vanilla sauce with toasted almonds on top. When you get down to the middle, there was a chocolate truffle. To die for! The brioche was a decadent, crusty, sugary good-ness, around the top and edges, with a drizzle of raspberry sauce, whipped cream and homemade French vanilla ice cream. We inhaled it served, with espresso and cream.
As, we finished our meal ,left and went to the car I immediately sent a text to Sue and said: I am in heaven and I am taking you here for your birthday. So, a five star experience and twenty five is going to be great!
