Angelic Eye for the Gendered-Species Individual (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rysmiel) wrote,@ 2007-07-13 15:38:00 |
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food: celebratory meal out Tuesday night.
Which was kind of a combination of somewhat early wedding anniversary [ aspapersky will be in Britain on the exact date ], long-delayed celebration of five years in Canada [ in February last ], celebrating the arrival of my grant a couple of weeks back, and celebrating papersky finishing the current WiP.
Brasserie Brunoise is opposite the Bell Centre, and might well be inordinately full at the wrong time of day relative to a hockey match or a concert located there; it was pretty empty when we got there. It is a large space, somewhat more open than I would normally be drawn to, and also has rather many flat-screen TVs showing sports, which are ignorable with some effort; we went there on the grounds of a very good Gazette review a couple of months back.
Our starters were an excellent lobster bisque and a really wonderful warmed goat cheese, resting on what I think were little bits of turnip, with bread and salad;papersky's choice, that, and it is good to dine with someone who likes going halves on things. papersky, not being very hungry, had another nominal starter as a main, a Caesar-oid salad with the addition of little twists of double-smoked bacon and a poached egg, and I had veal liver, which unfortunately papersky does not like, with spinach and those little shoestring fried onions, if that's what you call them. Lesley Chesterman said in the Gazette that it was the best liver she had ever had; I would describe it as melt in the mouth, in the same literal sense as ice-cream, and heading a lot closer to foie gras than one expects of mammalian liver. zorinth had a ham and leek macaroni cheese thing which looked and smelled lovely but which he was not prepared to let people taste, alas. The cheese plate afterwards was perfectly OK if not notably interesting, but the whole rest of the meal was superlative so that's a very minor complaint; it seems zorinth's chocolate doughnuts with caramel, which were filled with melted Lindt 70%, were also superlative - while he did share those, I was way too full of savoury richness to engage with anything sugary at that point. Wine with it was a Sicilian red, a Nero d'Avola called Calardo, or possibly Caraldo, which was really extraordinarily good [ insert iocane powder joke here ]; a private import, alas, but I must keep an eye out for Sicilian reds in future. IIRC that all came to about $120, so within the occasional range for us, and well worth it.
Which was kind of a combination of somewhat early wedding anniversary [ as
papersky will be in Britain on the exact date ], long-delayed celebration of five years in Canada [ in February last ], celebrating the arrival of my grant a couple of weeks back, and celebrating papersky finishing the current WiP.Brasserie Brunoise is opposite the Bell Centre, and might well be inordinately full at the wrong time of day relative to a hockey match or a concert located there; it was pretty empty when we got there. It is a large space, somewhat more open than I would normally be drawn to, and also has rather many flat-screen TVs showing sports, which are ignorable with some effort; we went there on the grounds of a very good Gazette review a couple of months back.
Our starters were an excellent lobster bisque and a really wonderful warmed goat cheese, resting on what I think were little bits of turnip, with bread and salad;
papersky's choice, that, and it is good to dine with someone who likes going halves on things. papersky, not being very hungry, had another nominal starter as a main, a Caesar-oid salad with the addition of little twists of double-smoked bacon and a poached egg, and I had veal liver, which unfortunately papersky does not like, with spinach and those little shoestring fried onions, if that's what you call them. Lesley Chesterman said in the Gazette that it was the best liver she had ever had; I would describe it as melt in the mouth, in the same literal sense as ice-cream, and heading a lot closer to foie gras than one expects of mammalian liver. zorinth had a ham and leek macaroni cheese thing which looked and smelled lovely but which he was not prepared to let people taste, alas. The cheese plate afterwards was perfectly OK if not notably interesting, but the whole rest of the meal was superlative so that's a very minor complaint; it seems zorinth's chocolate doughnuts with caramel, which were filled with melted Lindt 70%, were also superlative - while he did share those, I was way too full of savoury richness to engage with anything sugary at that point. Wine with it was a Sicilian red, a Nero d'Avola called Calardo, or possibly Caraldo, which was really extraordinarily good [ insert iocane powder joke here ]; a private import, alas, but I must keep an eye out for Sicilian reds in future. IIRC that all came to about $120, so within the occasional range for us, and well worth it.
