So some friends talked us into going to dinner at the Big Four restaurant in SF for wild game week. This is a big deal every year, where the chef, Gloria Ciccarone-Nehls, gathers all kinds of non-typical meats for her entrees. It is quite the popular thing apparently, as my friend marks her calendar every year and calls for reservations on somemonthber 1st when reservations are first accepted.
Our friend admits to being a food snob, in fact, she is very proud of it. She also sold wine for several years, and throws around the word "sommelier" like it was rice at a wedding a really long time ago when they still allowed rice throwing at weddings because we didn't know it was going to make all the birds within a one mile radius explode. Ah, the good old days of rice and ignorance. She also throws around the dear chef's name because I guess they are good friends when they see each other during this week. Anyway, she summoned the sommelier to advise us of the proper wine for a dinner where one person selected the ostrich, one the wild boar, one the yak and the last the elk. (I ordered elk. WHAAA?) We did get a lovely bottle of wine. Which DH desired to finish every last drop of. Apparently that is not what you're supposed to do with a very fine bottle of wine.
Those of you who know us well, know that while DH particularly loves to eat, he's not particularly picky. A food snob, not. I'm picky, but not terribly adventurous. So this was a departure for both of us. And I decided it was a good thing. The food was good. The meat was mostly tasty. My elk was a little tough. We all tasted each other's entrees, of course, even though I think that might have been going a little on the wild side. My favorite was the yak. Who knew? We also found that DH could, in fact, pull out his card to pay an astronomical amount for a dinner we'd never on our own consider. We could have bought an ipod for what that wine cost. We almost felt like grownups.
Don't we look civilized, all fine wine sniffy and stuff.
Tonight we promised LK we'd go see "The Bee Movie". We went to Taco Bell before the movie.
losers.
PS - sorry for the sporadic posting. Again. I've had my hand slapped once or twice... But I think this is not the last time I'll have gaps in my posts. You Go, no mo blo po's or whatever that is people! I still have time to read one or two blogs every day or two, and this daily posting is fun. Maybe in 2012 I can do it too. Until then...
4 comments:
1. Oh dear, I only meant to give you a gentle nudge, not slap your poor hand. Don't know my own strength! Anyhoo, it's great to see you back.
2. Grocery stores and restaurants here in Colorado commonly sell fresh bison. I just don't feel macho enough to order it.
3. When ordering peculiar foods I always ask "Is the yak fresh today?"
I read this twice before I stopped trying to figure out which two teams were competing in the "Wild Game." Totally serious.
Yak, huh? I'll keep that in mind.
Sarah - I hear good things about that Colorado Bison. In fact, I think DH ordered it from one of those steak places in Boulder - 28th street maybe? where 36 turns into storefronts...(or maybe it was the Chop House - you know how memories go. literally.)
Go ahead - be brave.
Luna - That might actually have been lots of fun! Maybe I could have my friend suggest that to her buddy, the chef. A wild game to go with the wild game? What a concept!
But yeah - the yak was good!
Wow, you do remember Boulder! Also, you've convinced me. Tomorrow I'll buy some of that free-range bison, cook it up and tell my family to relax, it's only yak.
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