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May 1-8, 2006
I selected pork ribs and beef links
with the hot sauce to go with the soft slices of wheat bread and church
bazaar style potato salad.
They should use this in the ER instead of those electric paddles. The ribs were a little too gristly for my taste and the sausage was good for a walk, but not a drive to lunch.
Children with heaping plates of bacon…cheesecake
as an appetizer…
... (brioche probably intended for breakfast) from Jöel Robuchon at the Mansion (from last night’s dinner) will turn into high flautin’ peanut butter sandwiches back at the hutch.
Wynn Las Vegas
... from the MGM casino floor
is a relief from the slot machine sound effects and the crowds queuing
for Cirque de Soliel’s KA.
... lots of purple, and don't mind taking out
a second mortgage, this is the restaurant for you.
The lobster was a little more
cooked than I prefer, but was okay in it’s uni vinaigrette.
A truffled and gilded wild oatmeal
contrasted the basic with the refined.
... layered with discs of meringue.
Jöel Robuchon at the Mansion
... in a tomato sauce were perfectly seasoned with just a hint of hot pepper. These porky pool balls went right into the corner pockets of my belly without scratching. I sopped up all the wine enriched, olive oil finished, tomato sauce with a couple thick slices of Levain bread. No regrets about my order, but on my way out I saw a pizza on the counter and was tempted to grab it and run, but if I were going to risk incarceration I would probably have to procure a cloud of their burrata as a treat for Chubby.
But if you get a nice, fresh, soft manju
made by these folks, you may change your mind.
Most of these little, ricey bundles are about a buck.
They aren’t for everyone, but I think they’re delish.
Is this what the world has come to? There is
no thought to the end user in the creation of this soul crushingly,
devoid-of-any-sandwich-empathy, phoned in, antithesis to a love letter.
The person who generated this foodstuff didn’t envision the customer
staring down at the plate and registering the uninspired feeling of a
cook who finds sandwich making a tedious diversion from true cooking or
is simply filling the hours until that quittin’ time beer.
... was dry. The lamb may have been spit
roasted, but if it was, it was sliced and sautéed afterwards.
It was slightly gristly and needed more support than the grilled onions
and arugula had to offer to make for sandwich satisfaction. The pickled
peppers, carrots, celery and cauliflower were a crunchy distraction.
Chocolat is a small choco-shop on Solano Avenue in Albany. Formerly a frame shop, it is now an expand-your-frame shop.
They have a nice selection of Charles, Moonstruck, Jacques Torres and Dolfin treats.
I got a Dolfin sampler box ($8.95):
... with 24 squares of Dolfin safe chocolate. I had
enjoyed their larger investment type bars before and it’s a nice
option to take a cocoa tour for under a tenner. Not only
does this assortment include the tea chocolate that I like so much, there
are also cumin and star anise enhanced squares.
Chubby and I headed out to Alameda this evening to see what was up at St. George Spirits’ gathering for the local mixers and shakers.
... made with Heirloom apple brandy, pear Aqua
Perfecta, Campari and pear bitters. It did not have the expected side
effect of expelling me from Paradise. They were also
serving up some other newly conceived elixirs.
... but the food was seriously good too.
Taylor from Fatted Calf brought the cocktail weenie:
... to new heights. As Chubby did a Kobayashi-style job eating his way through these chubs, Taylor clued me into the not-on-the-menu item to request at the Taco truck:
... and it had a tender and delicate texture
and flavor accented with a tangy and slightly hot salsa, lime and cilantro
(the man is a good judge of meat.)
... top charcuterie, inspired snacks and nice folks.
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