For my birthday dinner out, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude took me to a restaurant with a Michelin listing.

That's not why we went, and in fact neither of us knew it was listed when we made our plans. (The New York City guide is quite new.)

The Park Terrace Bistro, a nice place that we've been going to occasionally over the past year or so--that being how long it's been open--now has a Michelin listing.

More relevant to our plans, they serve chocolate souffle for dessert. As a bonus, it's an easy walk from our home.

We had two special appetizers, cinnamon grilled quail and crab cakes. Being indecisive, I asked the waitress which of those she'd recommend, and she told us that they have the crab cakes fairly often, and the quail is new, a recipe that the chef brought back from their honeymoon. It was good, roasted to just the right crispy skin and moistness. When the waitress/hostess came over and asked our opinions, I told her that I wouldn't mind a bit more cinnamon, but I like more cinnamon than most people. She obligingly brought over the cinnamon shaker and put a little more over my quail (I'd handed Cattitude a piece, we having agreed that it was the better of the two appetizers, though the crab cakes were fine.)

For entrees, I had filet mignon--I don't order steak very often, but I was in that sort of mood, and they did it well, with a red wine sauce. Cattitude had the mrozia, a lamb shank cooked with onions and prunes, which I'd had and enjoyed on our previous visit.

For dessert, we shared a chocolate souffle, because neither of us had room for a whole dessert.

Yum.

Somewhere in their, the hostess/waitress asked if we'd seen their Michelin review, and I said yes, but that's not why we'd come in, and added that I'm glad of it because it means they're more likely to stay around. Not in the sense of "won't leave for greener pastures," but that the restaurant business is finicky, and it will bring in more customers.
For my birthday dinner out, [livejournal.com profile] cattitude took me to a restaurant with a Michelin listing.

That's not why we went, and in fact neither of us knew it was listed when we made our plans. (The New York City guide is quite new.)

The Park Terrace Bistro, a nice place that we've been going to occasionally over the past year or so--that being how long it's been open--now has a Michelin listing.

More relevant to our plans, they serve chocolate souffle for dessert. As a bonus, it's an easy walk from our home.

We had two special appetizers, cinnamon grilled quail and crab cakes. Being indecisive, I asked the waitress which of those she'd recommend, and she told us that they have the crab cakes fairly often, and the quail is new, a recipe that the chef brought back from their honeymoon. It was good, roasted to just the right crispy skin and moistness. When the waitress/hostess came over and asked our opinions, I told her that I wouldn't mind a bit more cinnamon, but I like more cinnamon than most people. She obligingly brought over the cinnamon shaker and put a little more over my quail (I'd handed Cattitude a piece, we having agreed that it was the better of the two appetizers, though the crab cakes were fine.)

For entrees, I had filet mignon--I don't order steak very often, but I was in that sort of mood, and they did it well, with a red wine sauce. Cattitude had the mrozia, a lamb shank cooked with onions and prunes, which I'd had and enjoyed on our previous visit.

For dessert, we shared a chocolate souffle, because neither of us had room for a whole dessert.

Yum.

Somewhere in their, the hostess/waitress asked if we'd seen their Michelin review, and I said yes, but that's not why we'd come in, and added that I'm glad of it because it means they're more likely to stay around. Not in the sense of "won't leave for greener pastures," but that the restaurant business is finicky, and it will bring in more customers.
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