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Anchovies (plural)
Maxine Gallagher | 28 May 2010 13:56 | |
To: Bistrotheque | ||
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Re: Anchovies (plural)
David Waddington | 28 May 2010 16:49 | |
To: Me | ||
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When I showed Michael my email, he just said, "Oh no, did we really cut the poor little anchovy in half…how could we do that?" Which is a fair point. But he didn't complain when the very nice guys at Bistrotheque asked us back for dinner.
We went last Friday and it was absolutely spectacular. I had a growing sense of unease leading up to it. How could I be so greedy? Their crime was only giving us a small starter, how could we take a free meal from them? And worst of all, what kind of 'special ingredients' might the chefs put it in our dinner, especially for the couple at Table Whingebag. I've worked in restaurants before, I know how it works.
When we got there I offered to pay for half, but was told the manager insisted. Uh oh.
We went last Friday and it was absolutely spectacular. I had a growing sense of unease leading up to it. How could I be so greedy? Their crime was only giving us a small starter, how could we take a free meal from them? And worst of all, what kind of 'special ingredients' might the chefs put it in our dinner, especially for the couple at Table Whingebag. I've worked in restaurants before, I know how it works.
When we got there I offered to pay for half, but was told the manager insisted. Uh oh.
I needn't have worried (I think). Even if there were unspeakable additions, we couldn't see any, and the meal was perfect from start to finish. I had a seafood ceviche to start and Michael had (because I ordered it for him so I could try it) a ham hock terrine with scotch egg. Everything on our plates looked and tasted gorgeous. He even had several anchovies sandwiched between his ham and his hock. Several!
My photos are really rubbish because it got darker but the food only got better. Crisped moist seabass for me, with chickpeas and tomatoes, soft and tender steak and tangy Bearnaise sauce for Michael - and chips for me to steal (as is a girlfriend's duty).
I tried really hard to resist dessert and not be so greedy but I couldn't. Perfect little slice of tart lemon tart for M and roast plums (peaches? shit too much rose at this point) with mascarpone for me.
Had a nice chat with the manager, god I've forgotten his name too, that must have been good wine. So lovely (and Irish, good man). He said they don't get many complaints and wanted to remedy this one. They did. There was definitely an all round feeling of more love and generosity in this meal compared to the last one. I must put a gushing review on Yelp immediately to quell my guilt. Or maybe a few Hail Marys will do.
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