In New York, we had dinner at several delicious and unique restaurants. The first night we were in town, our friends took us to Pravda, which is a Russian vodka bar.
We couldn't figure out which bathroom to use because it was in Russian, but it's cool. I like adventure. |
I was a little scared at first, but it ended up being really cool. We started off with some delicious cocktails (I had a rosemary martini which was amazing), and a zakouski platter - which included potato pancakes with smoked salmon, roasted eggplant dip, scrambled eggs with caviar, and spinach and cheese pirozhki. I like caviar. It's official. Didn't know it -- now I do, so watch out, people.
We also tried the homemade potato chips with crème fraîche and caviar (noticing a pattern here), potato and caramelized onion pizza, ham and cheese croquettes, a couple more potato pancakes with salmon (they were super delicious) and crispy oysters with fresh horseradish and salmon roe. Yum.
I also got a little ambitious with the drink ordering, and convinced myself that I wanted THE GOGOL (I leave it in caps on purpose so it sounds extra intimidating), which was horseradish vodka with a pickled quail egg. Yup. I don't know what I was thinking, other than that I like horseradish a lot and that I would rarely get this opportunity again to have something like this. Lesson learned. It was really interesting and unique...and tasted like eating a mouthful of horseradish. Which is fine for a couple sips, but then I ordered some tomato juice and ended up concocting some sort of version of a bloody mary. The quail egg was good (yes, I ate it).
The infamous bagel shot of the previous post was from Russ and Daughters, which is an amazing deli/shop where we had some delicious bagels with fresh smoked salmon the following morning.
I chose something a little different, but you get the idea. |
Taken from the rooftop of the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You can have a cocktail and check out the skyline. Yes, it's as cool as it sounds. |
A photo taken on the High Line. |
I did a horrible job of taking photos of places we ate or the food we enjoyed. Thank goodness for the internet. |
In Columbus, we went to Basi for dinner with Paul's cousin Meredith. We camped out on the patio and started with a bottle of wine. Mere ordered the mozzarella caprese with sun-dried tomato jam and basil, and Paul and I started with the grilled endive with roasted pear, taleggio cheese and smoked almonds. As many of you may know, I had a bad experience with taleggio (which consisted of me buying it, being horrified by the smell, trying to eat it while plugging my nose and eventually throwing it out), so this was very adventurous of me. It was really tasty, and I didn't event have to plug my nose (ask Paul). The bitterness of the endive was paired well with the creamy cheese and pear. For mains, Mere got mussels (one of the many delicious specials), Paul ordered the potato gnocchi with roasted mushrooms, butternut squash, tomato and truffle butter, and I ordered the lobster pasta with wilted spinach, lemon and vodka-tomato sauce. Absolutely delicious. It was made all the better by great company (clearly), tasty red wine, and an awesome ambiance sitting out on the patio of the restaurant.
I didn't take this photo, but you can imagine us sitting at that communal table on the right side. Desperately trying to stop ourselves from bragging to everyone that what we ordered was the best. |
On our way to dinner, we swung by the North Market. We picked up some awesome looking handmade butternut squash ravioli (and some veal/truffle ones which I'm beyond excited to eat) from Pastaria Seconda, and Meredith grabbed us some rosemary walnuts, which she insisted would make this delicious. Man, was Meredith on target with the walnuts! They added something really special to the dish.
Once we got back to Chicago on Sunday, Paul made a quick brown butter sauce, added in the walnuts, and stirred in the cooked ravioli.
Eating light after our road trip? Maybe next week. |
Paul couldn't believe how much I ate. Seriously. I think he was hoping there would be leftovers. Nope. |
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