Last night's foodporn
May. 16th, 2003 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sereneDinner with my mom and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lcohen at Cafe Sevilla last night. Their bread is divine (plain and olive) along with either the marinara-type sauce or their peerless aioli. Then I had the wondrous gazpacho, for which I'd been jonesing all day, and mom and lcohen shared the seafood bisque (and then mom gave me the orgasm-inducing rest that she couldn't eat -- it was redolent with lobster broth and cream and just a touch of saffron, oh my). Then we all shared the six-item tapas platter, which the menu describes thusly:
Pinchos Morunos -- marinated pork on skewers [wonderful grilled taste, especially the fresh peppers]
Gambas a la Plancha -- pan seared shrimp [so buttery-garlicky-yummy]
Calamares Fritos -- fried calamari [always my favorite when I lived in Spain -- these could've been lighter in the batter department, but they were still lovely]
Patatas a la Brava -- sautéed potatoes in spicy tomato sauce [my favorite of the evening's tapas -- the sauce was complicated and more bell-peppery than tomatoey, and I loved it]
Empanada Barcelona -- salmon mousse, shrimp, sautéed spinach, rice, raisins and pine nuts in a puff pastry topped with a cranberry port sauce [I ate most of it in layers, because I wanted to taste all of it, and thought it was too busy all together. It was really really delicious, though.]
Croquetas de Pollo -- chicken croquettes [I didn't care for these, nor did the others. They were bready and bland.]
Anyway, the company was lovely, the dinner was lovely, and I ate my weight in aioli. How could that be bad?
lcohen at Cafe Sevilla last night. Their bread is divine (plain and olive) along with either the marinara-type sauce or their peerless aioli. Then I had the wondrous gazpacho, for which I'd been jonesing all day, and mom and lcohen shared the seafood bisque (and then mom gave me the orgasm-inducing rest that she couldn't eat -- it was redolent with lobster broth and cream and just a touch of saffron, oh my). Then we all shared the six-item tapas platter, which the menu describes thusly:Pinchos Morunos -- marinated pork on skewers [wonderful grilled taste, especially the fresh peppers]
Gambas a la Plancha -- pan seared shrimp [so buttery-garlicky-yummy]
Calamares Fritos -- fried calamari [always my favorite when I lived in Spain -- these could've been lighter in the batter department, but they were still lovely]
Patatas a la Brava -- sautéed potatoes in spicy tomato sauce [my favorite of the evening's tapas -- the sauce was complicated and more bell-peppery than tomatoey, and I loved it]
Empanada Barcelona -- salmon mousse, shrimp, sautéed spinach, rice, raisins and pine nuts in a puff pastry topped with a cranberry port sauce [I ate most of it in layers, because I wanted to taste all of it, and thought it was too busy all together. It was really really delicious, though.]
Croquetas de Pollo -- chicken croquettes [I didn't care for these, nor did the others. They were bready and bland.]
Anyway, the company was lovely, the dinner was lovely, and I ate my weight in aioli. How could that be bad?