Monday, March 15, 2010

A Little Old King Louie (not the monkey)

It was March 4th in Manhattan, a Thursday morning much like any other morning. One Kristopher Carpenter emerged from the hole in the ground at 8th Street where he had gotten off of the R train. The air was brisk and he turned up his collar to walk against a slight wind from the south. He looked just like any business person, walking toward a meeting perhaps. But this morning wouldn’t be starting off like other mornings; this morning would be starting off with, cognac. A lot of cognac.

It was nearing 9:30 when he swung left onto East 4th Street and the Astor Wine Center loomed red brick and black iron before him. Would he be able to function like a normal human after drinking cognac at 10:00 in the morning? He didn’t know. But he did know that inside the castle-like front doors of the Astor Center, somewhere in its multi-leveled reaches, there was a bottle – a black-crystal bottle fashioned into a decanter by artisans at baccarat – and within that bottle, 750ml of Remy Martin Louis XIII Cognac worth $15,000. And Kristopher, was going to drink some.

So there I was on the second floor of the Astor Wine Center, talking to my friends from Susan Magrino PR and introducing myself to my co-imbibers. I spent a few minutes near the elevator talking to a very pleasant food and wine writer named Brian Freedman, mostly about his epic haul that morning by bus from Philadelphia (I guess when $15,000 cognac knocks, you answer) and the snow that our fair cities had respectively received in February. The group began to swell and we moved closer to the tasting room. I know a little about liquor – I’d venture to say more than many – but I could tell from talking to a few of the folks gathered around me, that this was no group of rookies, and we were all eager to dig in. My first surprise was that Remy Martin’s esteemed cask-master Pierre Trechet, is a woman. I guess this shouldn’t be a huge surprise since it’s scientifically known that women have more taste buds than men do, and on average, a better sense of smell to match. The name threw me off.

It was named such because this single cask, a blend of 1,200 brandies aged between 40 and 100 years had an elevated alcohol percentage. Its brethren had mellowed to the normal levels of alcohol during the aging processes which are usually just under 40%. But this batch had refused to settle down and brazenly remained at 43.8% alcohol taunting the other casks mercilessly in its show of alcoholic bravado. In 2004, while tasting the entire inventory, Pierre noticed a richness both in this cask’s flavors and aromas that she had never before encountered. So, Ms. Trechet watched over that barrel of elevated alcoholic goodness for another four years before deciding that, for the first time in the history of Louis XIII, they’d sell the contents of that one cask as a distinct, limited edition offering. The cask was then (very carefully) poured into 786 numbered decanters. Only thirty of these will be sold in the United States and they will be available as of May 1st.


Many bottles of liquor or wine cost this much because the bottle is itself studded with diamonds and made entirely of platinum, or for what they are rather than what’s in them. For example a bottle of 1787 Chateau Lafite that was completely undrinkable vinegar, but belonged to Thomas Jefferson and bore the mark of his cellars sold at a Southeby’s auction for $160,000 in 1985, which is approximately $322,000 in today’s dollars. That is not the case with this bottle of cognac, you’re paying for the miracle inside the bottle and it’s meant to be swilled euphorically. Well, sipped in slow ecstasy anyway.

Another vastly pleasant surprise was that we did not dive directly into the Louis XIII Rare Cask. To begin, we received a lesson on Eaux-de-vie from Ms. Trechet – of course she doesn’t speak English, so we got it through an interpreter – but it was fun to see the look in her eyes while she talked about the processes inherent to distilling and aging fine cognacs. She obviously loves her job.

(That's the back of my head)

A quick note on cognac from our friends at Wikipedia before we start: According to French Law, in order to bear the name, Cognac must meet strict legal requirements, ensuring that the 300-year old production process remains unchanged. It must be made from at least 90% Ugni Blanc, Folle Blanche or Colombard grapes, although of these, Ugni Blanc, known locally as Saint-Emilion, is the variety most used today. It must be distilled twice in copper pot stills and aged at least two years in French oak barrels from Limousin or Tronçais. The region authorized to produce cognac is divided up into six zones. The six zones are, from most to least desired: Grande Champagne, Petite Champagne, Borderies, Fins Bois, Bon Bois and finally Bois Ordinaire.

Ok, so hopefully that’ll answer the important questions that you’ll have as I unfurl. Pierre told us that Remy Martin’s Louis XIII Cognac’s are all made from 100% Grande Champagne, so highly sought after because the grapes in this region thrive during the hot summer months when others have difficulty getting moisture. This is because the high limestone content in this region allows the vines to get deep water from the soil and the weather there is the most climate of all the territories. Remy Martin also distills their cognac in small pot stills which makes the flavors more complex and opulent, also keeping as much of the aromas present as possible.

Before us lay 6 glasses of variously hued liquids. We began at left with a 2009 Eaux-de-vie, (by the way eaux-de-vie means water of life) which is the crystal clear, 140 proof product of distillation, obviously this is illegal to distribute in New York so Remy Martin had to obtain a special permit for the tasting. The taste is lovely, light and biting; with finishes of hawthorne blossom and fresh fruits like peach, and pear. The second was a more drinkable variation with water added. Pierre told us many people prefer drinking it this way because it dilutes some of the alcohol smell, and really makes the pear aroma stand out. At this stage, just a year into the game, they know whether this will be a good enough vintage to keep aging in preparation for distribution.

Our second venture into the world of Remy Martin was aged 8-10 years in their Limousin oak barrels, it is 130 proof, has just begun to take on some of the caramel colorization of the cask aging process, and the aromas and flavors tend toward apricot, peach, and vanilla. At this stage the cognac has been aged only in new casks. The finish begins to lengthen here and is slightly softer with notes of almond and marzipan.

The next was the 20-25 year old sample where the aromas move from fresh fruit to dry and candied fruits. Just as I was thinking it had a strong aroma of figs, Pierre said that her most prevalent aroma was of jammed figs. I’ve never had fig jam but that made sense. The first spicy notes of clove and cinnamon occur here and the alcohol percentage has mellowed to 55 percent.

Second to last was the 47 percent alcohol 40 year aged sample. The color here has become a caramel brown and sweetness starts to take over. It certainly looks and smells like good cognac as one that drinks it casually would note. Finish has notes of port, honeysuckle and slight elderflower aromas.

Rounding out the pack was the 70-100 year, this is the Louis XIII that resides on the top shelf at the liquor store, begging to be purchased at $1,500 or more. It begins with a well rounded smoothness, tastes of Ginger and candied Ginger. I thought it had a slight hint of bergamot. At this point it weighs in right around 38-40% alcohol.

With our quick trip through 100 years of cognac finished, we took a short break and then it was time for the big show. The Rare Cask was circulating; the others were being taken away. The woman next to me lunged after what was left of her 40 and 70 year glasses asking wild eyed “Are you going to throw these away?!”

“Uh yeah…” came the response from the young man clearing our glasses. She wasn’t having it; she held tightly onto both of them and continued to drink in their aroma in deep breaths and quick sips.

So, was the $15,000 cognac really that good? That’s what you all want to know right? Was it that much better than the $1,500 cognac that my friend and colleague wouldn’t relinquish? Well in a word, yes.

Here is everything I can put into words about it from my notes:

There is an unparalleled bell curve of flavors in this cognac. I’ve never had a liquor that starts and ends with the same flavors while hitting such a myriad of tastes and accompanying aromas in the middle. The dominant start and finish is a mushroom taste. But not a run of the mill mushroom taste, think the best mushrooms you’ve ever had. It begins with a sweeter, wild mushroom taste and then quickly ramps up to even sweeter prune, then vanilla, beeswax, gingerbread, fresh mint and a bit of passion fruit roll over the tongue and nose, with a dabble of honey mixed in. The finish is mushrooms again but sautéed mushrooms, the smell that everyone on earth likes even if they hate mushrooms. The rich aroma bathes the tongue and boils from gaping mouth in a buttery ecstasy. You know that taste sensation that Kikkoman Soy Sauce paid the Food Network to invent? “Umami.” Generally known as savory-ness, this is the first libation that I can say actually made me think of that silly, made up word.

Here it is in the words of whoever wrote the press kit because I think they did a nice job, and I love the word supplanted so we'll end our journey with them:

“First, a formidable bouquet of wild mushrooms. Then a chorus of more lifted underwood notes that summon up visions of the forest in autumn. These are followed in turn by a sparkling display of full, spicy tones that speak of 100 years aging in Limousin oak. Then gingerbread, wax, nuts and fresh mint. Strength on the palate is supplanted here by a wave of rounded textures. From the first sip, the palate is showered with a thousand ornaments, marked by dense notes of mushroom joining in celebration with bold tones of candied fruit. You can almost taste the stone walls of the cellars. With that breath of extra strength comes a degree of richness that exceeds all expectations, and a balance of harmony and romatic intensity that touches on perfection. The famous length of Louis XIII is rendered as nectar, with a presence and density in the mouth that seems to know no limit. This is cognac at the outer limits of perfection. What are the factors that might have produced this special cask? Slight movements in the casks at the time of the blendings may have played their part, combined with historic conditions at certain moments in the aging process. But any explanation is strictly theoretical. There is no way to replicate the conditions that might produce another LOUIS XIII RARE CASK. An event of this kind will forever remain beyond the reach of prediction.”


And that’s all folks. Let me know if you want to buy a bottle because I totally have the Brand Ambassador’s card, and I’ll give you his info at the low-low commission price of one glass of Rare Cask per bottle that you purchase.



Till next time friends, cheers, drink merrily, and trust to good verses.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Orlando Via the (F) Train

After a four course meal, brought to the New York City press by the Orlando Convention and Visitors Bureau, it was quelling their collective shivering, in a conference room at 1440 Broadway in New York City, that two of Orlando’s premiere chefs found themselves. The pair was Sean Woods, Executive Chef of The Ritz-Carlton Orlando - Grande Lakes, and his colleague Chef Mark Beaupre, Executive Chef at the JW Marriott - Grande Lakes Orlando. The press dinner, hosted at the Institute of Culinary Education on 23rd Street had billed itself as a re-discovery of the dining landscape in Orlando with now and then pairings to the tune of “Now: International Fine Dining Scene. Then: Chain Restaurant Capital.” It seemed that they were out to impress New York City eaters, I felt a healthy amount of skepticism was warranted. Of the two gentlemen before me, Chef Mark had been the representative who participated in the demo/dinner the night before and thank goodness, had brought the only wine fit for consumption - a Pinot Noir from Santa Barbara County if memory serves. (The other two options an incredibly sour Chardonnay and a gritty Multipulciano made water a better accompaniment for the first course.) Chef Mark’s food offering, briefly demoed for the laypersons in the crowd, paired the deep, flavorful, Cali vino with a pomegranate duck confit salad, with wilted brussels sprouts, parsnips, and house cured palmetto farms bacon. Suddenly, just two courses in, there were cracks in my Manhattan superiority complex.

(Chef Mark Beaupre)

(Pomegranate Duck Confit Salad, w/ Wilted Brussels Sprouts, Parsnips, and House-cured Palmetto Farms Bacon)

Bringing a New York state of mind to the table, upon hearing the words “Orlando dining” your faithful reviewer had immediate visions of a 2001 trip to the Gloria Estefan endorsed, Bongos Cuban Café in the area known as “Downtown Disney.” Neither yet a food writer, nor a New Yorker, that frighteningly loud megaplex of a restaurant-meets-dance-club, complete with swirling multi-colored spotlights, was as far from fine dining as I can possibly imagine, and an excruciating experience I’ll never forget. However, the meal at the Institute of Culinary Education continued at an impressive level after Chef Mark Beaupre’s duck dish, with back to back beef offerings. The first, a cold-smoked “cote de boef” from Chef Robert Ciborowski (Executive Chef at the Walt Disney World Swan & Dolphin Resort)

(Cold-smoked “cote de boef” w/ Hammock Hollow Vegetables, and Black Truffle Sauce Bordelaise)

and the second, an even more impressive mushroom dusted filet mignon, cut from a roast at the hands of Chef Kevin Fonzo, owner of K Restaurant & Wine Bar.

(Mushroom Dusted Filet Mignon on Truffle Potato Gratin w/ Cabernet Sauce)

The duck confit salad and the filet outshined the cote de boef, but only slightly and because of their simplicity. (Although the giant helping of black truffles shaved onto the filet may have helped its impression be a lasting one.) The first course, a tuna “kanpaccio” from John Mooney of Highland Manor was too fatty, the flavors were flat, and it was exactly what was expected from the demoed ingredients.

("Kanpaccio" Carpaccio of Kanpachi w/ Sesame, Soy, and Yuzu)

Three out of four is a pretty good average, and the duck and filet mignon dishes were honestly unforgettable. In short this meal, not even cooked in their respective kitchens, had effectively pushed all thoughts of Bongos from my mind. So it was time to talk about this supposed Orlando dining renaissance with a couple of its major purveyors.

(Chef Robert Ciborowski demos his cote de boef)

Orlando has a few easily recognizable aces up its sleeve, fresh local fish is obviously one of them, and among Mark and Sean’s favorites to serve up are grouper, local oysters, pompano, cedar key clams, and stone crabs. But fed-ex can deliver Buri to Masa just hours after they’re hauled out of the ocean off the coast of Japan. So what does Grande Lakes Orlando have that we don’t? A 500-acre resort with 584 rooms at the Ritz-Carlton, 1,000 at the JW Marriott, an 18-hole Greg Norman golf course, a 40,000-square-foot Spa, and two pools to facilitate enjoyment of the warm weather.

Ok. But from a food standpoint, possibly the most impressive thing is that everything for the entire 1,600 room compound is made from scratch. Grande Lakes employs an executive pastry chef, as well as a chef for their bread program so that every type of bread, ice cream, tart shell, and chocolate is homemade. “Except for the bagels because you can’t beat a New York bagel, so we ship those in.” Said Chef Sean. Every stock and sauce is made from scratch, and both Chefs do their own butchering on premises from locally raised and grown, sustainable products. Locally sourced ingredients used at Grande Lakes include Winter Park Honey, boutique cheese producers, Palmetto Creek farms who raises their pigs, and “A guy about 20 minutes down the road handles our eggs.” Said Chef Mark. (All of this should sound familiar if you’re a New York “foodie.”) Chef Mark added that it has been remarkable to see Orlando embrace these types of culinary practices, and after coming from New Orleans, to see it mature into a great food city in its own right. “We’re a reverse growing season, so we’re getting all of our stuff in right now, [winter] and the array of citrus ingredients that we have at our fingertips allows us to be very creative with them. The variety of grapefruits, limes, lemons and oranges that we stock, changes almost every week.” Said Chef Mark. Melissa Kelly also has a restaurant on the premises; a champion of the local sourced green-market movement since the early 90’s which has allowed the entire resort increased access to the best local purveyors.

To be honest, this was all news to me, I had no idea that Orlando had undergone such a transformation from my evening at Bongos in ‘01 but it’s good to know that if the cold of New York City winter has chilled your last nerve, there is formidable cuisine in a less formidable climate. Given that the temperature dial in NYC is reading 13 degrees Fahrenheit right now, and the one in Orlando says 70 – a trip to the Grande Lakes resort in Orlando for some pampering, sun, golf, and a little culinary TLC from Chefs Sean and Mark looks pretty good from here.


Training:
Both graduates of the Culinary Institute of America

Favorite NYC Restaurant and Dish:
Sean Woods: Madelines at Daniel.
Mark Beaupre: Homemade Country Pate at Blue Ribbon Café.


Till' next time friends, cheers, eat merrily and trust to good verses.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Oh, What a (Gastronomic Journey of a) Night

Julian Niccolini (Co-Owner, The Four Seasons), Mauro Maccioni (Co-Owner, Le Cirque), Chef Daniel Boulud (owns too many restaurants to list), Fabio Trabocchi (Chef, The Four Seasons)

Alex von Bidder (Co-Owner, The Four Seasons)


Wednesday, October 28th was the best night I have had in quite a long time, possibly the best night (speaking as a food writer and enthusiast) that I've ever had. Actually the entire week was pretty damn good and almost all of these deserve their own blog but I've been busy with the Winter dining section for Promenade Magazine among other myriad projects and have had almost no time for my own food musings. Here's the week in review and then - the unbelievable story of Wednesday night, October 28th.


Saturday, October 24th:


Dinner at Zarela (953 2nd Ave. between 50th & 51st Sts.)


Travis, the only friend I've had for more than two decades, his girlfriend Carrie, Alicia and I, devoured a bevy of small plates including an Arroz con Crema that Food Network Star Aarón Sánchez (Chopped) says is one of the best things he's ever ate (you may have seen the show). It was good, but the fact that it's his mom's restaurant may have made him a little biased. We then dashed into the rain hailed a cab and headed pell-mell to Mercury Bar (East) for the Michigan State game (Alicia is a die-hard Spartan in case anyone reading this hasn't met her.)


Sunday, October 25th:


Lazy day + beer + wings + football = good day at the House of Brews


Monday, October 26th:


Dinner at Daniel (60 East 65th St.) with Eli (my boss)


Obviously Daniel is good, actually pretty f-ing great. I've eaten at Daniel three times now and this was the first time that I've had a bad course, it was the first course: Tai Snapper Ceviche w/ Persian Cucumber, Shaved Raddish, Tapioca Pearls, and Dill Oil. There was definitely a strained, bitter flavor as a result of the snapper not being sweet enough to haul all of those bitter ingredients back into harmony. The tapioca pearls, though giving it an interesting texture layer actually made it even more bitter. Eli's however was delicious, big chunks of foie gras & quail ballotine in Jerusalem artichoke soup w/ hazelnut and salsify custard. The highlight of the night was when the somilier hauled out a bottle of '97 Bordeaux saying "this ess going to go per-fect-ly with your next course" I didn't know what the next course was going to be at the time but boy was he correct. The gamy masculine flavor of the wine made me feel like I was back in the woods hunting with dad, and then they served up: foie gras stuffed Scottish grouse w/ celery, caramelized salisfy, beets, and walnut-calvados jus. What a sublimely paired meat course, I was in foodie heaven. Eli's meat course was a standby that has been on Daniel's menu for over a year that I know of:

Duo of Dry Aged Black Angus Beef: Red Wine Braised Short Rib w/ parsnip-potato gratin - seared rib eye w/ hen of the wood mushroom, and gorgonzola cream

Tuesday, October 27th:

City Guide & Promenade Concierge Night for Trattoria Dopo Teatro & the Broadway Show Oleanna.


Ivan Cordero, Brand Manager - Heartland Brewery; Eli Marcus, (my boss); Raita Swai, Concierge @ The Kitano Hotel; Great picture of me, I look Stoned.

Wednesday, October 28th:

Hang on a sec. I'm getting there.

Thursday October 29th:

Dinner at The Firebird with Travis - This will be a separate blog entry.

Friday October 30th:

Dinner at Fishtail by David Burke.

Alicia and I decided to forgo early Halloween festivities in lieu of stuffing our faces after 10pm at Fishtail. David Burke has actually extended his Octoberfest Menu which I mentioned in the Discount Dining Blog Entry through the end of November. Alicia and I had a tuna burger, a beef burger, three bottles of Sam Addams Octoberfest, fries, and dessert for $40. (I’m not sure if it’s a constant but they had live music as well.) It was like a good-looking restaurant had turned into a bar and taken the prices down with them. Truly a New York City Experience.

Our Octoberfest Dessert at Fishtail - I don't remember what it was called but I'm calling it the pumpkin - creme brulee, Burke-o-lantern.

So, back to Wednesday October 28th.

I had already RSVPed for the cocktail party at the Four Seasons for their newly appointed Chef Fabio Trabocchi when I got a press invite from Georgette Farkas (the PR Director for all of Daniel Boulud’s restaurants) for the new “hotel bar” Bar Pleiades which is located in the Surrey Hotel. Daniel already had Café Boulud situated there and figured why not put a specialty cocktail bar in as well. The drinks were good although certianly a little sweeter than I usually like. I would reccomend the "Southern Fashion" with an awesome candied-pecan-infused burbon. Personally, I don’t think Boulud has nearly enough restaurants or money yet, and I’m sure he feels the same way, so I'm happy to see another DB property... By 2020 it will jus be him, Danny Meyer, and Drew Nieporent with 33.3% ownership of all Manhattan restaurants. However, unlike Danny Meyer and Drew Nieporent, I like Daniel Boulud.

Besides the fact that Boulud is arguably the best chef in America with Daniel - certainly top five - he’s also a surprisingly nice human being. Everyone has heard about mega-celebrity chefs irreverently cussing at Royal functions, drinking heavily, doing drugs, slamming car doors on people and so on. But, to the best of my knowledge Chef Boulud has never been cited for so much as a traffic ticket. Sure he's French and therefore has a certain stuck-up air of Frenchie-ness about him but I've never had a bad thing to to say about the guy and now I really don’t. He came and said hello to Eli and I during dinner on Monday night, he does actually still cook and oversee at Daniel, which is impressive with all of his restaurants, television time and whatnot – and on this particular Wednesday night, he made a stop by Bar Pleiades. I was talking to the writer from Gothamist when he came over and said hello. I re-introduced myself (even though I had just seen him on Monday). When I did, then he remembered who I was and he took they guy from Gothamist and myself on a tour of the newly remodeled kitchen at Café Boulud. We had made it approximately four feet into the kitchen when Daniel says to a line cook frying risotto balls:

“What are you doing?”

“Cooking risotto balls Chef, we just brought the mini-fryer over here so that we could plate them and get them out fast.”

“You’re too close to the door, if any breeze blows this way they will be able to smell that in the dining room, take it under the hood.”

Boo-yah. Boulud one, line cook zero. So all three of us are talking, admiring the white truffles sitting on the counter, when Boulud looks at his watch and says:

“I have to get to the Four Seasons event soon!”

“Me too!” I exclaimed.

“What?” Said the guy from Gothamist.


We all walked back into Bar Pleiades, and a moment later, an older couple walked in and was promptly brought chairs. (No one else had chairs.) Daniel began to schmooze with the older couple (and by schmooze I mean kiss their collective asses) the woman ordered a champagne, the man iced tea.

“I must have drank half of the iced tea and cranberry juice in Manhattan.” Said the man after ordering. They chit-chatted with Daniel for a minute and after ordering my second drink I said hello to the woman next to me. She introduced herself as Nina Zagat, and the man who had ordered the iced tea was, you guessed it, Tim Zagat. I started texting Travis and Alicia that I was hanging out with Daniel Boulud and the Zagats. Travis texted back "you suck" while Alicia thought it was absolutely novel that the Zagats were real humans. I told Nina that I was headed to London over Thanksgiving, she took my card and said she would email me a list of places to eat in London, and she actually did! Thursday, October 29th she mailed me this:

Kris:

Tim and I enjoyed meeting you yesterday. We’ll send over a London guide, but in the meantime the following are a few places in or near London you might want to consider:

Gordon Ramsay at 68 Royal Hospital Road

Fat Duck -- experimental

J. Sheekey – great seafood

St. John – every part of the animal

River Café -- Italian

Le Caprice – brunch

Wolesley – breakfast or lunch

The Ivy – British celebs

Mark’s Club

Harry’s Bar -- club

Wilton’s

Nina

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Nina S. Zagat
ZAGAT
SURVEY
Telephone: (212) xxx-xxxx
Fax: (212) xxx-xxxx
www.zagat.com
4 Columbus Circle
New York, NY 10019

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They were headed to the Four Seasons as well and offered me a ride until Boulud snagged a cute blonde from the event. I’m sure she was just a friend ;-)

So, I took a cab to the Four Seasons. When I got there, my boss Eli who was already there, and was on his way out to see Hamlet (Starring the incomparable Jude Law) mentioned that Mauro Maccioni of Le Cirque (whom I had just interviewed for the back page Q&A in Promenade the week before) was there. The event was great, there was one small dish that they were serving, a "truffle cappuccino" that was absolutely sublime. It was a creamy black truffle soup with an espresso foam and a large white truffle shaving on top. The scent was amazing and it didn't taste bad either. I said hello to the owners Julian and Alex. Daniel Boulud and the Zagats arrived shortly after I did, and it was at this time that Sergio Neito, Concierge for the InterContinental Hotel got the picture that began this blog entry.

Julian Niccolini (Co-Owner, The Four Seasons), Mauro Maccioni (Co-Owner, Le Cirque), Chef Daniel Boulud (owns too many restaurants to list), Fabio Trabocchi (Chef, The Four Seasons)

Alex von Bidder (Co-Owner, The Four Seasons) In case you forgot...


Mauro invited Sergio and I to have dinner at Le Cirque and watch the Yankees game, which we did.

Mauro in the front of the dining room at Le Cirque

Le Cirque actually has a permanently restaurant week priced – $35 three-course dinner in the bar room, which is what I ate, and it was quite good. I had artichoke soup with goat cheese and ricotta dumplings, a braised short rib, and a wonderful pistachio dessert. The Yankees lost, but we all know how that turned out, so sorry Phillies (not).

In the midst of the game Julian, one of the four seasons owners, came into Le Cirque to a rousing ovation. I went over and said hello again, and told him he had to put the truffle cappuccino on the menu, at least in the bar. He said ok; so we'll see soon if they've put it on there yet...

So, that’s the story. I was full, drunk and on my way home from Le Cirque by 11pm with the best food night of all time under my belt. It was one hell of a gastronomic travel of a night, and one that won’t likely be topped anytime soon!

‘Till next time friends – cheers, eat merrily, and trust to good verses.