Me, my son Joe, his significant other Laura, their unborn Baby New Year and my youngest daughter Ashley all trooped off to the restaurant. Here's the menu:
Monday, July 2 $50
-- Little gems lettuces, golden beets, and house-cured pancetta with herb vinaigrette
-- Poulet à la broche: Soul Food Farm chicken stuffed with garlic and sage; with green beans, savory, and corn custard
-- Royal Blenheim apricot tart with noyau ice cream
First off, it turns out that we knew the waitress. She had gone to school with my daughter Ashley and they had been in the same school play during sixth grade at Willard Middle School. Then we all gushed about the good old days for a while and how sad it had been when their drama teacher, the wonderful denise brown, had died suddenly. Then the waitress brought us shot glasses full of something white and creamy. "What is it?" I asked.
"Cucumber, yogurt, cumin, coriander and olive oil."
"It's konjai -- black mustard seeds." Then we got the actual salad. And we gushed about that. Chez Panisse can make a WICKED salad and they are famous for them -- justly so.
"Hey, this stuff on top tastes like bacon bits," said Ashley. We asked the salad chef what it was.
"Bacon bits." And the baby tomatoes were so actually tomato-ish that it brought back memories of the days when a tomato actually tasted like a tomato. The vinaigrette was excellent. The beets gave it a taste variety. Every salad needs a variety of textures and tastes.
Do you think that we should tell the waitress?" I asked.
"No," replied Joe. "It just proves that the lettuce was organic."