I remember the plate of couscous being larger than anything I had ever seen, and I remember the taste of the juice from the meats mixed with the couscous and especially the vegetable soup that was good enough to stop me from being the picky eater I had been at that time. I was young, so this is all I can remember.
Part of what makes the meal so special to me, besides the incredible tastes, is the fact that I will never be able to find the the place again.
What are your most fondly-remembered meals?
― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Monday, 19 August 2002 02:17 (twenty-three years ago)
― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Monday, 19 August 2002 02:18 (twenty-three years ago)
― felicity (felicity), Monday, 19 August 2002 04:11 (twenty-three years ago)
― Josh (Josh), Monday, 19 August 2002 04:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― A Nairn, Monday, 19 August 2002 05:44 (twenty-three years ago)
Memorable meals for me have to do with context, as Aaron notes, as much as what was served. A meal that always stands out in my head was in the San Juan Islands in 1994, celebrating the 80th birthday of my grandma. It was a lovely night in an isolated restaurant, and of the food I particularly remember a brilliant corn chowder -- but the whole evening was just a dream. :-)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 19 August 2002 15:03 (twenty-three years ago)
― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Thursday, 13 February 2003 19:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Thursday, 13 February 2003 20:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― Aaron Grossman (aajjgg), Friday, 14 February 2003 01:30 (twenty-two years ago)
cow brain
― rent, Monday, 22 June 2009 02:42 (sixteen years ago)
they're all memorable. my bf tells me i have a ridiculously good memory for what/where/how we've eaten.
― Garbanzo (get bent), Monday, 22 June 2009 03:04 (sixteen years ago)
I went to the Birchrunville Store Cafe with my parents for their wedding anniversary a couple of years ago. The place is small, in the same building as the town post office. A stream doesn't just run outside the restaurant, but underneath it as well. It is surrounded by farms with sheep and horses. In other words, fucking perfect. The meal?
Appetizer: Venison carpaccio drizzled with a sweet wasabi reduction.
Main Course: Pork chop with lemon zested fingerling potatoes and a basil-mint orzo.
Dessert: Raspberry napoleon.
I don't think that I will ever eat better. Ever.
― the blowhard is the blowhard (the table is the table), Monday, 22 June 2009 06:24 (sixteen years ago)