Winnie asked me recently whether I take my DSLR to work every day. I do not. Nearly all of my weekday lunch photos emerge from my little pink point-and-shoot. The only time I have the DSLR is when I am going somewhere fun directly after work that I want to capture.
Today was one of those days with after-work-fun plans, so I was armed with the DSLR. Lucky for you, I actually went somewhere lovelier than usual for lunch.
Green Street Tavern is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of place.
The space is totally tiny and emits an aura of modernity and masculinity.
I'd been here once for dinner and enjoyed it greatly. Sadly, I didn't have a camera during that meal. It was amazing. Today's lunch, while rather appetizing, wasn't amazing.
But amazing is difficult to achieve.
I still recommend this restaurant for its fresh ingredients, innovative presentation, and cordial and attentive service. I urge you to go to dinner.
Lunch, however, certainly yields better photos. Gotta love the light.
Our server constantly filled my Arnold Palmer. To say I drank something like six of these is no exaggeration. Nice.
My panini was stuffed with a duo of duck (smoked breast and confit leg) caramelized onions, roasted plums, and manchego cheese ($15). Tasty sandwich.
The accompanying truffle oil fries outshone my main course, though. Big yum.
While I didn't photograph my colleagues' entrees, by the end of the meal, I felt bold enough to snap some shots of their desserts. Aside from Wienerdude, this wasn't my usual lunch crew, so I had some initial hesitation. But, when the sweets came out, I was ready to rock.
Napoleon with fresh strawberries. Light and airy. Mmm.
Hot berry cobbler. Tangy and crumbly. Mmm.
And my awesome warm white chocolate croissant bread pudding. "Mmm" doesn't cut it with this one. Sinfully delicious. This one you must order. Must.
No question this was my favorite part of the meal.