[Pink Pig Time Machine: August 13, 2013]
A special birthday for someone close to us took me back to Montrachet for the first time in a while. I think this was during Harold Moore's spell in charge of the kitchen.
Judging by the dusty pages of my journal, different people at the table took different routes through the tasting menu until we reached the beef. I don't think we all ate all of this.
Smoked salmon--Oyster salad
Foie gras terrine--Seared foie
Poached salmon--Sautéed soft shells
Beef short ribs
Jacquerson et Fils 1995 Blanc des Blancs
Corton Grand Cru 1999 "Les Bressandes"
Bonny Doon Vin de Glacière
And then all back to Lava Gina for celebratory drinks.
There were a couple of more downscale dining opportunities, one at Chez Moha, a cozy Moroccan boîte in Greenwich Village. All fairly typical: some salads, a savory brik with cheese, grilled octopus, b'stilla (made with chicken, of course, not pigeon), lamb with cous cous, chicken tagine, and a hearty Penfolds red to wash it down.
I also went back to Flea Market, which I had discovered serving surprising good bar au coin grub. This time, I ate the mussels, then steak Béarnaise-frites. At home, pork loin chop with caramelized apples and a cider sauce.
Then a quick dip into WD-50's carte to finish the week. The remarkable corned duck with rye crisp--Wylie's take on a neighborhood pastrami sandwich--then belly pork with turnips.