Tomorrow, California's foie gras ban begins. This is sad for so many delicious reasons, but I really liked Diana's take on the ban. You should read it.
Yesterday, insomniac and I panicked. We'd forgotten. We'd procrastinated. We scrambled.
insomniac booked an early reservation for us at Petrossian, where I had the most gorgeous meal with dapotato and Winnie nearly two years ago.
Dining with insomniac is a joy. She loves food as much as I do. She makes me laugh. She holds menus for me.
There was no better companion for this meal.
I can't tell you how fortunate we were to experience this meal together -- five glorious courses, each better than the former.
Every single bite was happiness laced with sorrow.
How's that for dramatic?
Summer berry gazpacho, Armagnac poached foie gras, pickled beets.
insomniac ate my blackberries for me because I am allergic, but, even without the blackberries, this was a burst of fruity sunshine punctuated with rich, creamy cubes of foie. So bright! So fun!
Asparagus salad, black summer truffles, little gem baby lettuce, truffle jus vinaigrette, foie gras ravioli.
And then we got really excited. It was time for our usual favorite preparation -- the sear!
Seared foie gras, cherries, mint, pistachios.
Prime flat iron, foie gras, onion, fines herbes, Fresno chili.
Foie gras ice cream, brioche, raspberry jam, sea salt, honey.
insomniac nor I have a sweet tooth. If, given the choice, we'd both pick savory over sweet any day.
But this dessert was extraordinary.
Like heart-stoppingly amazing.
Imagine the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the whole universe, except instead of peanut butter and white bread, you have the most decadent and incredible foie gras ice cream hugged by fresh, fluffy brioche.
Now multiply that bliss by 100.
That was this dessert.
This did us in. It was so good that it made insomniac weep. No joke.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
They banned foie gras and made us hustle to eat a lot.
Foie-ck you, ban. Seriously.
I just can't stop laughing at M crying. Signed, Not-a-FG-Lover.ReplyDelete
It wasn't funny! It was sad!Delete
I'm not a foie gras fan, but I am glad you are back blogging (:ReplyDelete
Thanks! And thank you so much for being one of my best commenters!Delete
Ok now I regret not going to a farewell to foie dinner. Foiiiiick! ;) Thanks for the shout out... and WELCOME BACK!ReplyDelete
Love you, D! We should eat!Delete
This sounds like a very fitting farewell! I have to admit I don't like foie (someone is probably coming to revoke my foodie credentials as I type), but I'm glad you sent it off in style.ReplyDelete
Mr. Monkey doesn't like foie either. That's why insomniac was my date for this important occasion. :)Delete
You were such an awesome date. I bet a certain GG would be a totally lousy date.Delete
Looks like the perfect farewell to foie gras with the perfect person!ReplyDelete
It really was!Delete
what winnie said. and love the light for the photos!ReplyDelete
I was so lucky for so many reasons, including great light!Delete
"It's the end of days man!!!" LOL. I can totally hear her saying this in my head.ReplyDelete
What a fabulous meal.
Her text was SO FUNNY. She really makes me laugh out loud for real.Delete
Another visit to NYC is in order! We will keep you in foie whenever you crave it.ReplyDelete
We are probably returning in September!!!Delete
I wish you'd joined us! Was a wonderful way to say goodbye. Sniffle.ReplyDelete
I loved this entire post. That dessert would make me cry, too.ReplyDelete