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28 October 2009

Marlow&Sons&Daughters









A little more Brooklyn delight for you all. I have been meaning to write about this ever since it actually happened- we had a most delicious, and sort of confusing, meal at Marlow and Sons.

We ate rabbit sausage with cabbage and mustard, chicken liver pate, greens with meat, swordfish, brick chicken and spetzle with rabbit. We also had a prefect bottle of wine. Our waitress tried to undermine my wine choice because she didn't realize that I have been schooled by the best about wines of the Jura! But, somehow we were able to convince her that it was not our first time in a restaurant and she served us what we wanted (it took pleading. She assumed I wanted a bottle of easy Chardonnay, not Jura Chardonnay which is amber colored and tastes like sherry DUH MY FAVOIRTE). Anyway. As I suspected, it was perfect with every single dish we had including a simple apple tart with honey ice cream and a chocolate caramel tart sprinkled with sea salt.
We sort of had the waitstaff's attention throughout the night for a couple of reasons. When my brother and I first arrived we had a drink at the bar. It was then that I made a huge ass out of myself, thanks to misinformation that my worst enemy Shane gave me. You see, a long time ago Shane said at one of our staff meetings that Morgan Freeman owned Tito's vodka. I took it as a fact because he is our bar manager, we were at an official meeting, and what kind of lie would that be anyway? Well, little did Shane know, it would be a good one that would come in to play a year and a half later. So Ryland and I sat down at the bar and I asked the bartender which vodka's they had. They did not have my preferred vodka, Ciroc, but they did have Tito's.
"Who is it that owns Tito's?" I asked him.
"Dunno. Tito I guess. Someone in Texas."
"No no. It's a celebrity." I said, matter of factly. "I will ask my bartender. Oh! I think it's Morgan Freeman!"
The bartender looked suspicious, but then sort of agreed that maybe it was true...maybe. So I texted Shane right away and said "Does Morgan Freeman own Titos?"
He responded:"LOL THAT WAS A LIE I MADE UP LIKE 2 YEARS AGO!!"
At this point the bartender just walked away. He came back later, never to speak of my embarrassing moment again, and we talked about Portland and the restaurant I work at and all that. Then our friends arrived and we sat at our table. This is when the waitress talked down to me about my wine choice, probably because she thought I was a complete idiot after the whole Tito's episode. Then she was embarrassed because she realized that she was being condescending (a feeling I know well as a waitress), and then we got some free shit (rabbit sausage and caramel tart- so rad)!!!!
Anyway- when I said we had the waitstaff's attention, I meant to say that they were confused by us, and then horrified as they watched us eat our desserts. We had just consumed an enormous, meatnormous meal, and when desserts hit the table it was like we hadn't seen food in a week. Forks were blurred, hands were smacked away, there was total silence at the table aside from the sound of furious gobbling.
What a night. I miss that night.

19 October 2009

Best I Ever Had






Breakfast with Ryland and Tessie today was perfect despite my case of the shakes (ps I was drunk when I posted last night). I have now seen versions of this item on two menus in the old NYC, so today I ordered it at Five Leaves: Fresh Ricotta with thyme, olive oil, cracked pepper, figs and honey comb served with raisin walnut bread. Are you kidding me? Honey comb? It really was perfect and also I got the best orderer award which is something I cherish.

The rest of the day I continued the uphill battle with my hangover and we walked all over town and over some bridge to look at Ryland's favorite building. It was spooky and certainly haunted by handless mill girls. For dinner: Marlo and Sons. I don't have the strength to describe the meal right now- but you can count on it tomorrow.

17 October 2009