Dinner at CharCut
I’m sorry I didn’t report immediately back about our dinner at CharCut last night – the truth is we passed a crime scene on the way to our car, then had a particularly unsettling experience immediately upon our arrival home (W was across the street, sleeping over), which necessitated calling the police, double checking for locked doors, and subsequently barely sleeping. I spent until the wee hours trying to mellow out by flipping through recipes, with not much fortitude left to upload photos and rave about the bone marrow gratin and mortadella and tiny Yorkshire puds with warm puddles of gravy we had for dinner. But I will now.
Mortadella: hand-mixed pork studded with pistachios and truffles – they stuff this inside a whole pig’s head, then slice it thinner than paper.
There was bone marrow gratin! (top) with garlic brioche toast, and a charcuterie platter with the aforementioned mortadella, house-cured meats (like shaved heritage duck ham with cave aged Gruyère) and sausage (Winters turkey chorizo with pickled saffron tomatoes):
and duck fat poutine with truffle gravy, a wee pot of Raclette with sweet, soft pull-apart brioche rolls, and the crispy chicken skin salad (it isn’t just crisp-roasted chicken skin stripped off the bird, but more intensely crispified by way of a light mahogany batter and additional frying) with tender baby romaine lettuce leaves and a peppery buttermilk dressing that reminded me of my Grandma in a way I still can’t decipher.
When we found ourselves with plates still covered with gravy and a dish of the buttermilk dressing (I could have eaten with a spoon) we requested a bit more bread and they brought a plate of wee Yorkshire puds and a little pot of chicken gravy to douse them in.
Also: Beer I Actually Liked (trust me: this is earth-shattering. I’m not a beer drinker. But I actually liked this stuff. Perhaps I’m just a beer snob?)
For dessert, chocolate chip cookies and a wee vanilla shake and a skillet of warm bombolone; Italian doughnuts filled with homemade (do I detect booze in there?) Nutella.
This morning: oatmeal for breakfast. Perhaps a run. (Or a waddle.)
March 03 2010 | eating out | 23 Comments »
