What was the last great meal you had out?
skibum609
Massachusetts
Dining out is amazing. So many options. Different cuisines. Highbrow, lowbrow and everything in-between and I love it all. Sunday my wife and I golfed. Thunderstorms. The golf course siren wails. We're drinking so fuck it. The marshall comes out. We're coming right in we say. Fuck it. We head to the green. I line up my putt and then it happens: I feel the hairs rise up, I yell get down to my wife and hit the ground. The flash of brilliant light is a split second before the loudest boom ever. The closer in time the light/sound are, the closer the strike and this was virtually simultaneous. Maybe going in and give it up after 14 holes.
Out to dinner. Our version of fine dining. Very, very weird fine dining establishment in Rhode Island, the most underrated food destination in the land. The "Lucky Dog Tavern" sounds like a biker bar. The building looks like an old biker bar and the half-dirt parking lot, neighborhood of fun down triple Deckers doesn't scream fine dining.
Inside it is small, as in 25-30 feet end to end. Maybe 30 seats, including the bar. Your reservation is clocked at 90 minutes and then out you go. Chef owned. Quebecois, Japanese and Portuguese influences, which is bizarre.
Started with Poutine. Very, very, very French Canadian dish in which they combine tater tots, slightly fried cheese curds, crispy pieces of duck and the finest brown gravy on earth. I would drink it from a glass and be happy. Too rich to finish, so take home. On to dinner and I order Pasta Divinia, which is a dish that exists nowhere else and the only reference I found is an Italian restaurant in Brussels. Chef owned so I get a huge plate of really good linguini, some very large, perfectly cooked shrimp and sea scallops and lobster claw and tail with roasted red peppers and artichoke hearts, perfectly done. The sauce? Never had anything like it: Roasted garlic, Champagne cream sauce. No cheese at all, no tomatos. A true cream sauce. Half came home, just waaay too much food, with all the incredible Sangrias we drank.
Best part? Eating at the bar on the way home from Desires and the fact I can tell my wife exactly how and why I know a restaurant in rural Slatersville Rhode Island, where we live far away.
What was your last great meal?
Out to dinner. Our version of fine dining. Very, very weird fine dining establishment in Rhode Island, the most underrated food destination in the land. The "Lucky Dog Tavern" sounds like a biker bar. The building looks like an old biker bar and the half-dirt parking lot, neighborhood of fun down triple Deckers doesn't scream fine dining.
Inside it is small, as in 25-30 feet end to end. Maybe 30 seats, including the bar. Your reservation is clocked at 90 minutes and then out you go. Chef owned. Quebecois, Japanese and Portuguese influences, which is bizarre.
Started with Poutine. Very, very, very French Canadian dish in which they combine tater tots, slightly fried cheese curds, crispy pieces of duck and the finest brown gravy on earth. I would drink it from a glass and be happy. Too rich to finish, so take home. On to dinner and I order Pasta Divinia, which is a dish that exists nowhere else and the only reference I found is an Italian restaurant in Brussels. Chef owned so I get a huge plate of really good linguini, some very large, perfectly cooked shrimp and sea scallops and lobster claw and tail with roasted red peppers and artichoke hearts, perfectly done. The sauce? Never had anything like it: Roasted garlic, Champagne cream sauce. No cheese at all, no tomatos. A true cream sauce. Half came home, just waaay too much food, with all the incredible Sangrias we drank.
Best part? Eating at the bar on the way home from Desires and the fact I can tell my wife exactly how and why I know a restaurant in rural Slatersville Rhode Island, where we live far away.
What was your last great meal?
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The first was at a local waterfront bar and restaurant. I had blackened rockfish on top of fried green tomatoes, then covered with crab meat and meuniere sauce with perfectly cooked green beans on the side. The second was tonight at an nice Italian restaurant. We had a half carafe of a nice Malbec, a caprese appetizer, very nice salads with a really good Italian dressing on mine and what my wife described as the best blue cheese dressing she had ever had. Main course: veal scallopini for her and grilled shrimp, clams, mussels and calamari in a very good marinara over spaghetti. Outstanding food and service.
Free food is always the best food.
I used to love a good steak. But enjoying it less as I get older. I think there’s truth to the saying that tastes change as you get older.
Capital Grille Kona coffee crusted NY Strip au poivre was exquisite. Caesar salad, creamed spinach.
Best all time would be tasting menu at French Laundry in Napa Valley with wine pairing. $425 in 2009, God knows what they charge now. Gavin Newsom would approve!
So here goes.
I'll eat anything. I don't care. As long as it doesn't smell or taste foul and isn't too tough or chewy or overly spicy or otherwise painful to eat, I'll eat it.
When I realized that "What's your favorite food" was a ice breaker strippers used a lot, I had to think up and memorize a "favorite food"
Great meals for me hinge on 1. Companionship; and 2. Setting.
Last great companionship meal was at a local diner with a super fun couple early afternoon a couple Saturdays ago. I had a chef's salad and a crappy IPA.
Last great setting was the Saturday evening before Father's Day, at a huge restaurant complex on the waterfront in Center City Philadelphia. Lots of things going on to watch, on and off the water. I had a cheesesteak (very limited menu, but I don't care) and a somewhat better IPA.