[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: June 18, 2012]
After the quick round-trip to London, a quiet week at home in New York. The main event, unquestionably, was an extended dinner at Union Pacific -- a restaurant which should have had a much longer life.
Something here about supping with the devil.
Aparagus with morels and caviar
Blue fin sashimi with fresh fruit
Sautéed foie gras with rhubarb
Soft shell crab with dried shrimp sauce
Poached Copper River salmon with rhubarb
Rack of lamb, eggplant, lovage purée
The wines included a Blanc de Blancs champagne, a Meursault, a Riesling, a Chambolle-Musigny, and something sweet with the desserts.
We can tell from that menu that rhubarb was in the market. The season for wild salmon too, and I was buying plenty of it from Wild Edibles at Grand Central Market. I ate it lightly baked, I ate it poached with mangú de platano, and raw with a raspberry-blacberry vinaigrette.
The latter was the first course of a home-cooked dinner which then proceeded through my version of tripes à la mode de Caen, to a cheese course featuring Pechegos from the Languedoc, Pau from Spain, and Lancashire from...well, Lancashire. Oh, and a bottle of Greysac.
Why doesn't there seem to be time for this kind of dining any more? Time to put the world on pause?