general About tonight

I just thought I’d share my evening.

We went and saw The Taming of the Shrew at the Shakespeare Theatre. Very funny, very dirty, wonderful, wonderful sets. All red lacquer and mirrors and Navy chairs. Just a marvelous look all around.

Then we had dinner at Brasserie Beck. Where I will insist that we go again!

For an appetizer, I had steak tartare, which was ideal, onion-y and melty and just delicious, and Lisa had quiche Lorraine, and David had some sort of baguette thing with an egg on top and stuff. I wasn’t paying attention at this point because the tartare was incredible. David and I drank Delirium Tremens Noel and Lisa had Duchesse de Bourgogne, which tasted like cider. This place has a really good beer guy.

For a main course I had duck Congolese almondine, which was perfectly good (I love duck), but a little too fruity for me (raisins and dates and figs and whatnot). David had rabbit, also kind of fruity, and Lisa had mussels, which were served in a skillet in a great butter sauce that we would have drunk had we had no shame.

Then we had some other Belgian beers; David’s came in a wooden stand like a miniature half-yard, and mine was a really refreshing and very light wheat that I really wanted after the salt of the tartare but which wasn’t as perfect as I’d hoped with the duck. David, however, said he “could see downing four of those after mowing the lawn.”

On the side we had two orders of Belgian pommes frites, one with the house topping of Gruyère and bacon, one without. Basically, yes, cheese fries. With three kinds of mayonnaise (a red one, a mustard one, and a garlic aioli). Splendiferous.

For dessert we had coffee, which came in individual French presses, and we split a bread pudding, which was also not free of butter, and an indescribably good pear tarte tatin with cinnamon honey ice cream, described as and agreed to be “made of sex.”

And it was (cough cough) dollars for the three of us, and we all declared that that was reasonable and worth it and not as much as could have been expected. Then we reminisced about the days not so long ago when, if the bill topped $30, we’d be looking for change. Is better now.

Good dinner. Good, good dinner.