A foodie, I am not. Which is to my own chagrin, when someone suggests going somewhere “fancy” or “exotic.” (And probably to Drew’s chagrin, when I order chicken katsu yet AGAIN.)
It should probably be considered a character flaw. I’m just not that adventurous when it comes to food. I wonder if I can blame it on growing up somewhere without a lot of exotic food. I mean, the one Chinese place in Lakeport is called Hong Kong. And I still think it’s delicious…but I’m not sure how Chinese it is.
I had sushi for the first time in high school (out of town)… Thai food for the first time in college… and Indian food for the first time about 6 months ago. (Since THAT little work-friends lunch, I’ve definitely been called out in public for my vanilla palate. But I mean…turkey sandwiches and Greek salads are just so good. Why would you change it up?) Among the things I haven’t tasted yet: Moroccan, Ethiopian, churrasco.
It doesn’t help that I’m not really into spicy stuff. I got a quesadilla at this taqueria the other day, and accidentally ordered it with the spicy chicken. Oops. Trying to find the non-spicy option can be limiting at certain establishments. Also embarrassing, in general.
But I have been reading back through my livejournal entries (whoa, right?) and I found this entry about Drew’s and my farewell-to-New-York dinner, back in July 2009. (I just realized I titled that entry “food food food delicious food.” I didn’t try so hard, back then.)
We dressed up all fancy and went to Gotham Bar and Grill in Greenwich Village. Luckily, because I’m a hoarder of information, I wrote down exactly what we ate that night. (Most of it is taken exactly from the menu, which is why it’s so specific. But the Gotham Market Pasta is a seasonal thing and so I didn’t have the exact wording.)
SMOKED MAGRET DUCK BREAST
fresh figs, mostarda di frutta and pecorino tartufo
balsamic vinegar reduction
GOTHAM MARKET PASTA
last night’s special was fettuccine with mushrooms, spinach, and cheese. I’m sure they would have worded it better than that though.
CRISP SOFT SHELL CRAB
chanterelles, asparagus, sweet corn and brown butter aioli
white verjus sauce
BLACK BASS CEVICHE
honeydew melon, hearts of palm, grapefruit and radish
jalapeno cucumber broth
FOIE GRAS AND ORGANIC CHICKEN TERRINE
toasted brioche, kumquat marmalade and balsamic vinegar
RACK OF LAMB
swiss chard, roasted cipollini and potato purée
RHUBARB PINEAPPLE SOUFFLÉ
rose petal jam, crisp meringue
strawberry ice cream
GOTHAM CHOCOLATE CAKE
with seasonal ice cream
I remember thinking it was delicious. And I remember, at the time, thinking that going out to a place like this was a good idea. But then it makes me wonder…what happened that I changed my tune, so that I just want grilled cheese and apples with peanut butter? And am I hiding this flaw well enough? Also, what is an appropriate occasion for me to suggest Outback Steakhouse? Or do I need to just bring it up ironically and then see what people’s reactions are? Alternately, would Outback deliver lunch to my work?