Titillate An Ocelot

it's been a re-reading type of month, but that's not a bad thing. i reread Caleb Carr's "The Alienist" and "The Angel of Darkness," as well as "Motherless Brooklyn" by Jonathan Lethem (an incredible book). i also had time to read "The Gun Seller" by Hugh Laurie (TV's "House, M.D."), which royally kicked arse. where to next, is the question? so, i've been eating like a king as of late: i wrote about the first fancy dinner i had, but here is the full menu from that meal (thnx jesse): lamb shank ravioli japanese eggplant and unagi (eel) sweetbreads with celery vinagrette guinea hen veal cheek risotto with truffle foam striped bass with brandade (pronounced: "brand-aid") passion fruit panna cotta white chocolate chowder chocolate cake and then, for a most EXCELLENT valentine's day, sara and i ate at Po, this swank-ass restaurant on Cornelia in Village. originally a Batali joint, it was a perfect choice. we ordered the taster's menu, where the chef comes up with something suited to your tastes. it was: Insalate made of raddicio, carmelized onions, gorgonzola, toasted pine nuts tortelloni stuffed with ricotta and kale, in butter and parmesan lamb with curried white bean, sun-dried tomato & chipotle harissa, on a layer of cumin yogurt hand-made gnocchi with rabbit in tomato sauce sheep's milk cheese, goat's milk cheese, and another we couldn't remember panna cotta with the scrummiest wild cherries imaginable warm apple tart with vanilla bean icce cream it was an extraordinary meal, and something to strive for.

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