We ate dinner at Morgan’s last night (the entries this week seem to be all about food) and it was excellent. We started with sautéed scallops over a garlic puree with bacon, argula and some other thing which escapes me right now. He had a frisee salad with bacon and an over-easy egg and I had mesclun with croutons. The salad dressing on both was too salty but neither of us stopped eating.
For the main course he had beef tornadoes with a béarnaise sauce and potato ratin and I had mussels with pomme frites and a garlic pernod broth. Oh man. Creme Brulee for him and a frozen chocolate mousse with pistachio for me. We split a bottle of Cotes du Rhone (sorry, I don’t remember the name).
Our waitress was great and after dinner she asked if we were full and he replied that we couldn’t even eat a wafer-thin mint. She laughed and said no one ever gets that joke when she says it so she was pleased we did. I said as we cut through the alley to the car–who wouldn’t get that? I thought everyone got Monty Python.
Here’s a pretty good rendition of the joke (of course this makes it sound really gross–which it is–but also hilarious in the skit).