Saturday, January 8, 2011

rue the day.

With exposed brick walls, giant antique mirrors, pressed tin ceilings, and red bistro chairs, Rue de Jean never fails to transport me to another place and time. I hadn't been there since our rehearsal dinner back in November, and I'd been dreaming of the crusty baguettes and French onion soup ever since. This week, Todd and I finally gave in to the cravings.

Strangely enough, the place serves some bang-up sushi. I started off with a crab crunch roll and a French 39, a champagne cocktail with chambord and I think an orange liqueur. Todd got the truffle potato soup and scraped his bowl clean.

I tried the Scallops Saint Jacques for my main course —the gratinĂ©e of sea scallops were swimming in rich cream next to potatoes dauphinoise and haricots verts.

After dinner, we drove down to the Market to Kaminsky's, a dessert bar, and ordered the Heath bar cake and coffee.

It was a decadent date for sure, but the best part is the visits were in the name of research for my job — we're currently putting together our glossy dining guide Dish, and we need to check in with local restaurants to make sure they're up to par. As challenging as my job is sometimes, it's perks like this that help me remember there's nothing else I'd rather be doing.

No comments:

Post a Comment