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i am: 40...a capricorn / moon in pisces / libra rising...an old soul with a young spirit...older than i look...contemplating my 3rd tattoo...NOT a web designer...a lesbian...working things out with the g.f....a native iowan...a graduate of cornell college and ohio state...a critical reader and thinker...really rather shy...agnostic...an ardent feminist...a bleeding-heart liberal...a pacifist...and so not your average white grrl...
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July 18, 2003
tastebud titillationlast nite, s surprised me with reservations to my favorite restaurant, the refectory. it was lovely, from the fresh seasonal mesclun salad with maple syrup vinaigrette...to the pan-seared walleye, served with a chablis red bellpepper sauce, a ragout of crayfish (in the cutest little basket made of something that tasted like cheese, but thin and crispy), the tiniest slivers of carrot, and a little fez-shaped mound of couscous...to the meringue hazelnut gateau, a cylindrical tower of nutty mousse, layered with circular slices of crunchy meringue, dusted with chocolate, topped with a dark chocolate truffle and a mint leaf, and surrounded by "paislies" of cassis and mango coulis. even s liked the walleye, and she's not the fish fan that i am.
i think i may have seen her eyes cross briefly when she took the first bite of her new york strip, which she had cut with a regular table knife and not the slightest bit of effort. i didn't try that, of course, but her made-to-order warm pear tart, served with pistachio ice cream and mango, vanilla, and raspberry coulis was to die for.
ohhhh, how i love food. especially their food. it's always delicious, interesting, and stunningly presented, and the service is impeccable. admittedly, the ambience of the place is a little stuffy. and while there's the usual tableful of asian businessmen, the only black person i've ever seen there is s. but sometimes, it's possible to overlook these shortcomings, especially with the food, people...the food...as motivation.
it's also not cheap. this is not someplace we visit on the regular...only for special occasions, or when we've got some fairly substantial extra cash lying around, burning a hole in our collective pocket. but i guess that's part of what makes it special...along with someone who just goes ahead and makes reservations out of the blue, in the middle of the week, for no apparent reason....
4:31 PM
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