April's pre-tax-paying date night extravaganza
Apr
12
Despite having that damn wisdom tooth that is causing me grief, Dude and I went on a date last night. It was our monthly fine dining date and it was goooooooood. We went to a restaurant called Blue Hour in the Pearl District. As soon as we sat down and I opened the wine list, I knew my foodie palate would be sated. Any restaurant that has a selection of more than five white burgundies is going to offer up an excellent meal. It is a clear indicator that they take things very seriously. And that's what I love. Serious food. Inventive, playful, sophisticated - all are good adjectives, but the food must also be serious. It doesn't have to be expensive and fancy - just serious.
But this place WAS fancy. Here's what we ate:
A trio of foie gras - seared, terrine, mousse - served with a huckleberry gastrique, sour pear butter, candied pistachios, onion marmalade and toasted brioche.
A carmelized onion tart with sauteed morel mushrooms, parmesan flan and salted mustard greens with shaved black truffles.
A suckling pig dish for which I don't remember the official description, but it was a pork shoulder with crispy skin and then this incredible thing where they wrap together the tenderloin, loin, bacon and skin, braise it (I think), then slice it. We got a big hulking slice of THAT. Served with parsnips, eggplant and pan jus.
Then we had a cheese plate with Constant Bliss, Red Hawk and a French sheep's milk one whose name I don't recall.
A scoop of rhubarb ice cream.
And a bottle of Oregon pinot noir.
I was stuffed FULL. And I had a food hangover this morning. So rich! So divine! So indulgent! Sigh. I love Dude. I love food and wine. I love when Dude takes me out for delicious food and wine.
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2 comments:
Mmmmmm..... cheese plate.....
Hey, I just realized that I never stopped here to thank you for your very kind comment when I had my surgery last month. It made me smile, and I appreciate it.
I'm new here, but I'll try not to be a stranger. :)
A trio of foie gras! Yum! Yum! Yum! This entire gastronomic event sounds completely delightful.
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