Describe the most amazing meal you have ever eaten

Seared one medium-rare for me, one medium-well for her what can't stand the pinkness, seasoned just with salt and black pepper. Made a steak sauce type of deal with a Merlot-and-Worcestershire reduction, caramelized onions, and dried Morels. Ate them sitting on the floor cause we didn't have furniture in that apartment, really.

I've made ostrich better since -- green peppercorns and brown mustard seed work better than black pepper, but I didn't know that yet -- but there was the element of surprise, both on my part -- "oh, not only was this worth the price, but I really like this" -- and on her part -- "this whole 'buy something you have no idea what to do with' thing can pay off!" We'd only been together six months, maybe a year, so she wasn't quite used to my cooking yet and would still give me wary looks in the grocery store. This ended up being my way of saying, "Hey, dig it, I know what I'm doing here."

(Similar phenom w/ current girlfriend - last night's lamb.)

The time that my mother served me an incredibly rare Rib-Eye steak. While I was tripping on acid. The rib-eye steak OPENED ITS EYE AND LOOKED AT ME, pleadingly, as if begging me not to eat it.

I have not eaten meat since.

Oh, you meant amazing meaning good?

It was the single most pleasurable non-sexual experience of my life

i can't remember all the menu specifics, but the details that remain are of texture and temperature, the sound of my cup on the saucer, the cool morning breeze, and my farewell!

I've eaten at Obelisk (Washington, DC) several times, and yes, the food lived up to the hype. In all of those cases someone else was paying for dinner; don't know what I would have thought if I had paid some or all of the bill.

On the same vacation and one earlier, I visited a hotel in Norway that required a rather amazing train ride (to Flam), a boat ride down a gorgeous fjord and then a rather heart stopping bus ride up a mountain side. The hotel was the Hotel Stalheim (no longer in business as a hotel) and they had an AMAZING smorgasbord. I have never seen so much food (and different food) in the same room before or since. On the second visit, we booked a room and stayed at the hotel. Looking out the picture window at the mountains surrounding the hotel was something I've never forgotten (and the food, of course)

So many pieces of assorted sashimi, all fresh-tasting and yummy. Delish pile o' sushi rice made from obviously high quality ingredients. Assorted shreds of goodness, including shredded seaweed I can and do happily gobble up. Oh my God, I will never forget how it tastes, even though at $20 a pop I can only really allow myself to eat that about once or twice a year. It's a great meal, though, and certainly after eating all that the only thing you'd maybe want is an orange for dessert, which they *do* offer, but you could just as easily head on out further on Broadway and go to the Central Market for an orange. But after *that*, you're good to go for awhile, no more eating.

That (*points above*) is my favorite meal ever. *sighs*

I got the yellow pages and marked a map of all the possible places in the area I could bike to where I might find good stuff. In a one hour trip I hit several large grocery stores, bakeries and farmers markets. In their bins I found nothing like I expected- not disgusting stuff but the same thing you would see at a compost bin in someone's garden. In addition to a week worth of food to freeze I made a meal of salad with organic cukes, tomatoes and onions (from huge amounts of great produce with nothing but maybe a spot on it)- falafel (this was bought) - breadsticks from day-old foccacia, toasted- chocolate milk (past date but like any milk is still good for a week after, so was this-) and some great gourmet cookies for desert.

Beach barbecue aged ten, I'd gathered the mussels from the rocks and we were steaming them on the beach in white wine, whilst my Dad stood on the shore casting relelntlessly for the freshest fish it's possible to eat and the other kids and I drank from little bottles of Biere d'Alsace and felt terribly grown-up.

Eleven years on from that the first meal I cooked for Mrs Coastaltown was pretty special, a camembert baked in the box to start followed by pink tuna with salsa verde, it marks the first time I'd tried my hand at something tricky as well as the obvious other importance. To be eaten with plates on knees in rental accomodation.

Add another five years and the perfection of cannon of lamb cooked pink on a bed of red cabbage and juniper at Liverpool's sublime 60 Hope St (the closest thing we've got to a bells and whistles restaurant that we've got round here, and yes, it lives up to the billing), accompanied by an oregonian pinot noir and the aforementioned mrs coastaltown was the happiest I've ever been culinarily speaking.

this was gourmet food that just happened to be vegetarian. i think i had some sort of polenta with truffle and mushroom sauce, truffle raviolis, and a pineapple with carmel sauce thingy for dessert. so good. just so good.