The place
We went to The Place last night with DG. It really is a fabulous/groovy/yummy restaurant. D and I were both pleased with the decor. The walls were kind of cobblestone-y (I'm sure there's some technical term for this that interior decoration mavens will know) and the dining room was underground so it felt like you were eating in a charming little grotto.
I was surprised when DG commented favorably on the waiter's biceps. He said he envied them. Then the waiter said, "It's all genetic," though it emerged that he's a personal trainer as well. I also admired the short cap of hair one of the waitresses had, but both men urged me against cutting my hair. Plus I am a short hair virgin.
The food was very good, though in small portions. I had sweet potato ravioli and a frisee salad with candied pistachios and bits of apple. Then we all had dessert: DG had a chocolate cake sprinkled with confectioners' sugar, D had white chocolate mousse with raspberries, and I had the warm spiced Bartlett pear (whenever there is a pear on a menu, I gravitate toward it).
Fortunately/unfortunately, I had two glasses of Pinot Grigio. They didn't have my very favorite wine, Riesling, but I was in a wine-like mood.
(Tangent: I'm very stereotypically girly when it comes to drinks. The sweeter, the better. I remember I was in France once, visiting my roommate who was studying abroad that year, and she was friends with a British guy who spotted the (probably pink) drink I was carrying. "That's a bird's drink," he said with that authoritative British accent.)
So I had the Pinot Grigio, because I like white wine (no unsightly tooth stains, and doesn't feel as heavy in your tummy) and I read that PG is good for vegetarian food. Apparently Cabernet is good for red, bloody meat. FYI.
I like being tipsy; I feel more confident and colorful and articulate, but then, lying awake at 4 am, I thought:
"This is why I don't drink."
"Or, when I do, I stop at one."
I have to remember this next time.
I was surprised when DG commented favorably on the waiter's biceps. He said he envied them. Then the waiter said, "It's all genetic," though it emerged that he's a personal trainer as well. I also admired the short cap of hair one of the waitresses had, but both men urged me against cutting my hair. Plus I am a short hair virgin.
The food was very good, though in small portions. I had sweet potato ravioli and a frisee salad with candied pistachios and bits of apple. Then we all had dessert: DG had a chocolate cake sprinkled with confectioners' sugar, D had white chocolate mousse with raspberries, and I had the warm spiced Bartlett pear (whenever there is a pear on a menu, I gravitate toward it).
Fortunately/unfortunately, I had two glasses of Pinot Grigio. They didn't have my very favorite wine, Riesling, but I was in a wine-like mood.
(Tangent: I'm very stereotypically girly when it comes to drinks. The sweeter, the better. I remember I was in France once, visiting my roommate who was studying abroad that year, and she was friends with a British guy who spotted the (probably pink) drink I was carrying. "That's a bird's drink," he said with that authoritative British accent.)
So I had the Pinot Grigio, because I like white wine (no unsightly tooth stains, and doesn't feel as heavy in your tummy) and I read that PG is good for vegetarian food. Apparently Cabernet is good for red, bloody meat. FYI.
I like being tipsy; I feel more confident and colorful and articulate, but then, lying awake at 4 am, I thought:
"This is why I don't drink."
"Or, when I do, I stop at one."
I have to remember this next time.
Comments
Sorry about the insomnia.
Re: wine pairings... cabs and other reds can go nicely with tomato-y vegetarian dishes. And with chocolate! But I think people should drink what they like, when they like.
Liberate the wine! Rage against the machine! or something like that. :D
Liz - i thought you would comment on the wine ;) i did like the pinot. i read somewhere that the matches are actually based on color...red wine = red meat, white wine = chicken...or some such. But the tastes are probably complementary as well, i imagine.
I would say cut it, but I'm growing mine out now that I've decided it doesn't work with my body type (whatever that means).