Hope I can write straight - we've just returned from an evening at Cafe Firenze and have polished off a couple of bottles of wine in addition to dinner.
Dinner was wonderful, although the people seated near us [old ( - I'm talking 80-90), I'm-better-at-choosing-food/wine- than you] type people. I've dealt with them for years; too many years.
Anyway, our meals - with which we had no problems whatsoever included: fois gras mousse on brioche toast and a wine reduction dotted about the plate as an amuse bouche; black truffle risotto (Michael) and Kobe beef brushetta (me); New England-style clam chowder (Michael) and Beet carpaccio with toasted garlic goat cheese aioli (me); Tangerine smoothie Intermozzo; Wild boar and porcini mushroom ragout served with homemade papparedelle pasta (Michael) and Lamb chops in a pomegranate glaze (me); finishing with Tiramisu with Don Julio tequila cream sauce.
All told, an excellent dinner. The pomegranate glaze was a bit sweet and I don't particularly like tequila sauces, but every thing else was wonderful. And the party next to us - experts at everything including kitchen ventilation - provided a plentiful source of dinner conversation. We nearly came to blows by the end of the meal. They were still there, trying to show off their knowledge and experience with food as we left.
And partway through the meal, it rained. Not a time of year to expect rain, but a quick downpour, the remnants of which we treaded gingerly through on our walk home after dinner. Really refreshing. Not the same as a rain in Palm Springs - where we could detect the distinctive scent of the Mesquite plants in the desert - but still, it changed the atmosphere for the better.
Feliz Anos (with a tilde) Nuevo , everyone!
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