Butter

[pen_grunt]

Last night I went to a book launch party that was only partially dull (free wine saved it). It ended quite early and we decided to skip down to Bar La Grassa for dinner. I'd never been. But I'd heard good things.

We got a seat immediately at the pasta bar and ordered prosciutto for an appetizer. Now I know that "grassa" means fat so we weren't getting a healthy meal here, but they garnished the prosciutto WITH CURLS OF BUTTER. Curls of butter, for fuck's sake.

Our pasta dishes were like 15 minutes late so the manager comped them. Frankly we didn't mind, notice, or ask. It would have been worse if we were staaaaarving, but we had already taken the edge off with some BUTTER CURL prosciutto.

Dude. That's just weird.

Not that it wasn't darned tasty. :D

Aaaaand now I'm gonna run like a million miles tonight.

Comments

[gloomchen.livejournal.com]

I love that place so much. I also am glad that you usually need to book far in advance so I'm deterred from going more than once a zillion years. The fois gras tortellini is one big bowl of delicious fatty salty awesome in my face. And their bruschettas (especially the ones that sound the weirdest) are incredible. Frankly I think it's impossible to be truly disappointed by the place. Unless it leads to a heart attack. Which it most certainly could.

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

We had the peanut butter banana tart at the end of the meal, too. I could feel it lining my arteries, but I didn't even care it was so good.

[newlifeinstpaul.livejournal.com]

Only place I'm gonna run after butter pork is to my porcelain throne.
Front row seat for the fireworks. Yup!

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Well. I'm not going to say the night didn't end like that.

But it tasted SO GOOD.