my favorite restaurant. john gorham is like that popular guy in high school that you just wanted to say hi to you. Will he catch my eye? will he remember me? I have an incredible amount of respect for his food and goddammit i like to try new places but i can't stop coming back to this one. nothing anywhere has it down like toro bravo. Super casual, i didn't feel bad for wearing flip flops and a wifebeater. but super casual does not equate to casual quality. so before i start sounding redundant here we go.
French 75: i know, the search will never end. i found it boring, and it was served in a stemless champagne flute which is kind of a pet peeve. the twist was more like a shaved piece of lemon rind and kept on finding its way into my mouth, thus looking like i had a long bright yellow tongue whenever i sipped.
Sherry Chicken liver mousse: excellent. the sherry gave it this sweetness and there was just a nice touch of nutmeg or cinnamon. i'll take gout any day (ew). far too little crostini for far too much mousse. there should have been a little more pickled beet though to cut the richness of the liver
octopus and prawn stew: ah yes, seafood done well. heat! it was goood. for someone who really loves cephalopods, i kind of feel bad that i find them delectable. the stew was something spicy and it made my stomach growl with happiness
valsaronna, Rioja: i take a nice swill and let it sit. heavy full bodied and velvety tannins. it reminded me of my favorite italian varietal, valpolicella. One big mouthful of juice. this is the kind of shit that makes me happy
green beans: disappointing, soggy, overdone. wtf? maybe it was a dish rarely ordered.
Oxtail croquettes: YUM. the best dish of the night. delicate, not the super beefy tough ball of meat i thought it would be. finished with an herbed mayo and scallions
Conversations with lost friends and recaptured memories over a family-style dinner. There was awkwardness, laughter, and there was some damn good food.
finish with pernod.
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