It happened one rainy night. I discovered her by accident. Like it was always meant to be. To an observer it might have seemed like a classic cinematic setup - a Mise-en-scène in a film noir if you please.
She beckoned. I obliged.
The place was basic, bold and minimalistic. Wood-paneled walls, a well stocked bar, the aroma of sizzling beef in the air, sexy little sprigs of parsley and the goodness of Gorgonzola cheese enveloped my senses. The dim lighting seemed like it was perfectly set, to enhance the mood. Sinful treats gazed longingly at me from a corner display, begging to be eaten – my will weakening.
And then came the culinary cavalry, in a menu, Dozens of them. Garnished to the teeth. Salads, Sandwiches, Soups, Breakfast, Burgers, Dogs and Main Courses. I was outnumbered. The mind and the taste buds raged their own battle for supremacy within.
She pushed some more. I gave in to gluttony. And then she came, like a delicious surprise. I didn’t know then that I would long for her feast, every waking hour, for as long as I lived, since that day.
Entrees included the Seared Pork Sausages - dipped in oil and brushed with care. Not too crisp, not too soft, not to dry, not too tough, just perfect! Next, The Garlic Prawns - fresh prawns soaked in wine, with a dash of the chopped garlic, and some, salt black pepper, sauteed for a few minutes and deglaze with white wine. It left a tingling taste along with its melt-in-the-mouth texture.
Quickly following it, are the Barbeque-Chicken-Wings. Tender, and bathed in the right amount of a sweet-tangy BBQ sauce, the messy entrée, makes up in it’s (spicy) electric taste.
Ditto for the sea-salt rubbed grilled chicken. The marriage of the incredible flavors of chicken with a “secret” ingredient is the secret to this grilled god of a chicken that goes deliciously with the Sulet White wine.
Then, main course, the Medium Filet Mignon (quality beef) made love to with just the right amount of coarsely ground black pepper and salt and lovingly sprinkled with a light dusting of pure sea salt. Its full-of-flavour brown exterior hadn’t compromised on consistency on the inside or the outside of the steak. It also carried a deliciously smoky savor from the wood flame. The accompanying mashed potatoes with a little milk, cream, and butter mix goes very well with the fresh ground pepper and greets your senses with a glazed texture.
When there isn’t place to struggle any more – the dessert options appear. From cheesecakes, to lava-chocolate and muffins to coffees – everything here competes for your longing affection.
Choosing the Molten Lava Cake seemed to be a great choice. The pouring rain outside, perfectly complements the steaming (literally like a Lava) chocolate. Arranged like a newlywed bride, with sprinkles and sauce, it’s probably a sin, for something to taste this good. This French classic dessert literally melted in my mouth – how could it not? Butter on the bottom, then butter on the sides, wiping from the bottom up to the top. If anything, it helped the chocolate to rise even more
Soon after, the strawberry compote traipsed in with the mud cake. Fresh strawberries, sliced, melted and sauted with a hint of lemon. Chocolate layered with a truffle mixture between layers. If you are a chocoholic, look no further. Served slightly hot, you will realize at first bite that God does exist.
And thus ended the night. A night filled with passion. A night that delighted the senses. And A night, that I recall in vivid sensory detail to this day.
It all started with a broken tail-light…
My Indigo Affair!
