The excitement in Paul’s eyes and demeanor was clear. He was like a little kid about to go on a big amusement park ride… no.. more like he was about to go on a very hot date. “Read this menu and tell me what you notice.” he said. In my morning hunger I struggled to find what he was asking for… he chimed in “Its poetry. Everything on this menu is poetry. Look at these Ingredients… you would never expect them to be written next to each other like this. Just the words… Eggs, Blood Orange, Salt… Its like a food poem. And wait until the food actually gets here. ” Wait we did.. for almost an hour. In the meantime we discussed the design of everything in the place and how it matched the food. The tables, the floor, the cups, the cutlery…. all rough, rugged, yet delicate and beautiful. When the food arrived I was in awe… this was the best brunch in recent memory. A poem from start to finish.
(The name of this Scandinavian restaurant slips me, as usual – but I remember it is located somewhere in Chinatown.)
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