The satisfactory-not-quite-excellent cuisine of the train was fine, as when we got to Sugar's house, she and Nine-Inch-Niels had planned a very satisfactory AND excellent repast for us:
Beef carpacio on Grilled Zucinni, with a blueberry-vodka-flambe with yogurt dressing on the side of a Rucula salat . . . I am afraid we were too effusive in our appreciation, to the point where were suspected of insincerity, but it was that good, NIN is so adept and Katherine is so imaginative . . . We swilled the Moet & Chandon we'd brought with us from Paris, at NIN's sommelieric suggestion . . . They'd bought their own wines to pair, but tho't this'd do . . .
The next course was no less amazing, especially paired with the bottle of Chateneuf de Pape we'd also brought, which NIN tho't would go well . . . 8^D . . . Trumpet ear pasta and asparagus & shallot, topped with pork loin and portobello mushrooms capped with melted bleu cheese . . . Gibber, gibber, gibber . . . 8^D
Last was choclate torte with fresh cherries . . . Classic simplicity, or simple classicity, as you like . . . 8^D . . .
I had to break out the armagnac I'd left my previous visit . . . It seemed only right . . .
Beef carpacio on Grilled Zucinni, with a blueberry-vodka-flambe with yogurt dressing on the side of a Rucula salat . . . I am afraid we were too effusive in our appreciation, to the point where were suspected of insincerity, but it was that good, NIN is so adept and Katherine is so imaginative . . . We swilled the Moet & Chandon we'd brought with us from Paris, at NIN's sommelieric suggestion . . . They'd bought their own wines to pair, but tho't this'd do . . .
The next course was no less amazing, especially paired with the bottle of Chateneuf de Pape we'd also brought, which NIN tho't would go well . . . 8^D . . . Trumpet ear pasta and asparagus & shallot, topped with pork loin and portobello mushrooms capped with melted bleu cheese . . . Gibber, gibber, gibber . . . 8^D
Last was choclate torte with fresh cherries . . . Classic simplicity, or simple classicity, as you like . . . 8^D . . .
I had to break out the armagnac I'd left my previous visit . . . It seemed only right . . .
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