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Tarver King and Culinary Enlightenment at Potowmack Farm

Yarrow Sponge Cake dessert at Potowmack Farm

Chamomile Sherbet dessert at Potowmack Farm

You know the joke about the Buddhist monk who told the hot dog vendor to make him one with everything? (sadly, you do) If chef Tarver King were the hot dog vendor, he would have made the monk one with everything (homemade mustard, locally sourced onions, nitrate-free farm-raised dogs, etc.), and then he would have made everything with one, and then he would have made a delicious cocktail, and then he would have moved his cart across town to sell more hot dogs to more monks but in completely different ways.  I am mystified that King did not win the 2014 RAMMY for Chef of the Year.*

* The nevertheless deserving winner was Haidar Karoum — we HAVE to get to Doi Moi soon, okay, Mrs. Me?

And if Tarver King were the monk, he would have achieved enlightenment long ago — instead, we get to experience enlightenment (or close to it) at his current haunt, Potowmack Farm.  We followed him there from the Ashby Inn, which is now off the radar since both King and innkeepers Star and Neil Wavra have moved on. And okay, fine, this is all a little over the top.  But our dinner at PF was phenomenal — not over the top at all, in fact in some ways quite mellow and restrained.  I’m still a little jiggy with it, a couple of weeks later.  Took a while to process it all, for review purposes.

Zen garden of "snacks"

Zen garden of “snacks”

First, the setting is gorgeous, up a bucolic gravel road amongst the trees just on the Virginia side of the Potomac.  You can see a bit of the river from the restaurant, which is sort of a large greenhouse-looking single-room structure, glass and wood everywhere, you feel like you’re out in the wilderness. Someone was playing acoustic guitar across the dining room from our table, at volume perfectly calibrated to provide atmosphere without impeding conversation.  I imagine the place can get loud when it is full — the night we ate there, it was only half-full, fairly shocking on a Saturday night but then again it is kind of out of the way and not exactly inexpensive.

Service is wonderful, from the hosts to our server, who gave us travel tips in addition to menu tips, to the bartender (cocktail whisperer, really), who explained (sort of) how they created the , more about which below.  Farm/restaurant co-owner Beverly Morton Billand dropped by our table to chat not long after we had been seated, even though we’re not anybody in particular, it’s just how they roll.  Tarver King did not stop by the table but that’s only because he was busy in the kitchen turning (farm-raised) duct tape and (organic) hubcaps into culinary gold.

Bacon can make even an already-good crab croquette better!

Bacon can make even an already-good crab croquette better!

And then there was food.  Yes there was!  That would be out of character if I went through all this verbose lunacy about something non-food-related.  Much of the ingredients is grown in their own farm, and most of the rest is sourced super-locally. Potowmack Farm is prix fixe, $88 for five courses, and you can choose among three menus, which they call Found, Grown, and Raised, each changing every night.  We all eschewed Raised, going for Found and Grown.  Highlights:

A selection of “snacks” for the table, a little Zen garden of appetizers, from relatively standard like mini-blini with dill-sour cream, to exotic like spicy fried kimchi pakora (?!).  Wonderfully arranged on iron and rock amidst candles — it was like culinary Settlers of Cataan except without the sheep.  Delicious.

I did the “Found” tasting.  Here are some findings. Snapping turtle mulligatawny: no actual turtles in evidence, which was fine, but turtles aside, it was merely a tasty greenish bisque.  Crab croquette swathed in a bacon jacket atop black raspberry gel with chamomile leaves: lovely presentation, and very good, but otherwise not especially memorable.  Dessert was “Yarrow Sponge Cake with hickory crew, coriander oats, pine nut powder”: gorgeous to look at in a mossy forest-meets-sea kind of way, this is the kind of thing I imagine them serving at Noma.

Yarrow Sponge Cake etc.

Yarrow Sponge Cake etc.

Others went with the “Grown” menu, including roasted escarole (with Surryano ham, grilled onion aioli, nasturtiums), potato gnocchi (with Maitaki mushrooms, sunflower kernels, beef crackling), and chamomile sherbet (with rhubarb, chia seeds, strawberry raisings, lavender).  I can’t vouch for the Grown, but people seemed to like it.  Here’s the thing about the food at Potowmack Farm, though: it is incredibly inventive, and local, with sublime presentation and service, but the portions are kind of small even in the aggregate (one of my dining companions contrasted the experience with Ashby Inn, where we always left feeling quite full — not quite so here, and in fact another of us ate a yogurt when she got home), and while the food is really good…but there wasn’t one particular dish that was OMGood, like a couple of items at Range. Really, the opening “snacks” were the most exciting course. But then again, it’s amazing that the whole menu changes every night, and CLEARLY further research is needed.

As if all that food weren’t enough, the drinks are fabulous too. In particular, a vividly orange-glowing cocktail called Smoke & Fire, made with tequila, lime, honey, and a variety of chilis, some fresh and some maple-smoked. It tasted fresh and earthy, bright and smoky, with just a hint of chili heat. I plan to try to replicate it at home, but I expect the combination and complexity of chilis will be difficult to match. A great drink, one of the best and most interesting I’ve ever had.

All in all, very good food, fantastic drinks, spectacular overall experience, I would say worth it even at the price, just not something we can do with much frequency.  Although we are already looking forward to next time.

Ranging From Good To OMGood

It felt daring, ordering the cheapest bottle of wine on the list at Range, whose food you might expect to pair better with rare Burgundies than low-end whatever.  Range does offer a fine selection of Burgundies, into $2,500 territory (terroir-tory?), which is just a teeny bit beyond our budget. The cheapest bottle was a Ken Forrester pinotage, which like all pinotages smells of tobacco, off-putting to many (including, reportedly, the head sommelier at Range, who stocks it anyway). At $18 — how many nice restaurants even offer any bottle for as low as $18? — it had bright, light fruit and a nice finish and was such a bargain we ordered a second bottle (possibly even a third, who can remember?), to the bemusement of our server.  And it paired just fine with the food, which was so good it probably would have paired just fine with three day old tobacco-marinated pond water.

Range has been open for maybe 18 months now, and has evidently overcome some mixed early reviews and the immediate, overwhelming crowds to become one of the better restaurants in the area; it would be the best restaurant in Montgomery County if it weren’t on the DC side of Western Avenue, in Friendship Heights. Not sure why it took us this long to eat there.  Worth the wait.  Service was excellent – both our server and the sommelier were exceedingly friendly and informational, with perfect pacing.  We were off in a side room by ourselves (clearly they knew with whom they were dealing?), so the usual jet-engine-loud dining room wasn’t factor.

And the food! In approximate ascending order of non-suckitude:

Mixed Field Greens Salad — a fine salad, with strawberry vinaigrette and candied walnuts and blue cheese, well-balanced, no complaints, disappeared quickly, and yet it was the least exciting thing that hit our table all night.

Caesar Salad — apparently this has made some list of the 40 dishes one must eat in DC, and there’s nothing wrong with it, although as an omnivore I can’t agree that any salad could possibly be a top 40 dish.  This one was good, but not even the best Caesar salad I’ve had.  Also not really a Caesar salad at all, since it involves kale, nor did they prepare it tableside. So, again, a fine salad, but not really noteworthy.

Pork Sausage and Rapini Wood Fired Pizza — now we’re getting somewhere. Range does a good pizza, with crisp yeasty crust that remains sturdy even in the middle, and the pork chunks were fresh, unusually pink (looked almost raw but was not), mellow, savory, delicious, and the rapini provided a slightly bitter counterpoint. Not the best pizza in town, but very good.

Baker’s Basket — a mix of four breads, most crucially the cheddar-jalapeno biscuits and cheddar cornbread. Those were both great, but even better for the spreads that came with them, slightly spicy pepper jelly and smoky bacon marmalade, respectively. The “jelly” was really more of a marmalade and the bacon was almost a pate, and I nearly asked for a bowl full of it, which I would have eaten happily with a  spoon.

Grilled Pork Tenderloin with Succotash — we ordered the “pork duo” special and this was half of it, with perfectly pink sliced pork on a bed of tiny whole onions, lima beans, corn, that kind of thing.  Succotash is not normally my thing but this was very good.  Also did I mention there was grilled pork loin?  Just not enough of it — that’s the only complaint I can think of.

Fried Brussels Sprouts — BS have become the cupcake of upscale restaurant vegetables, i.e. ubiquitous and often disappointing. But Range does them as well as my current favorite Brasserie Beck, but different: larger sprouts, fried not roasted, and in a fish sauce/lime sauce that infuses the burnt-crisp sprouts with all kinds of umamified deliciousness.  Also, Range achieves their Brussels sprouts heights without the aid of bacon, so they get extra points for degree of difficulty. I could have kept eating these crunchy-edged salty-savory nuggets all night. At most dinners, this dish would have been the clear #1 highlight — but not at this dinner.

Pork Belly with Creamy Grits and Crisp Pork Rind — the other half of the pork duo, this small tower of flavor power is one of the best things I have eaten lately, right up there with a couple of Potowmack Farm dishes (PF review coming very very soon, seriously). I guess they roasted the pork belly, I’m not sure, it was sort of caramelized, dark brown outside and still pink inside, and tender to the point of collapse at first fork contact — if the Martians collapse so easily someday, we will be in great shape. The grits were indeed creamy, and sweet, and delicious in their own right although I’m sure being soaked in pork belly juices didn’t hurt much.  The pork rind was indeed crisp, although someone else ate that.  It was a small portion and we all shared a bite or two, but again I could have ordered a dozen more and eaten them all myself. A great combination of textures and flavors, executed perfectly.

So, a nice time was had by all.  No photographic evidence of the meal, alas. I would also note that while Range is a (celebrity chef) Bryan Voltaggio restaurant, they keep the merchandising to a minimum, offering signed copies of his book, VoltInk, but that’s about it, a nice difference from some other celebrity chef restaurants I can think of (*cough* Bobby Flay *cough*).

Tables Are Available at Equinox and Bobby Van’s

We recently dined at Equinox (818 Connecticut) and Bobby Van’s Steakhouse (809 15th Street NW) on back-to-back Friday nights.  Bottom lines: Equinox was excellent, BV’s was fine but not worth the price. But we were most struck by the half-empty dining rooms in both restaurants, on a Friday night, around 7pm. To paraphrase Babu: where were all the people? Show me people! There are no people!

Our theory is probably obvious: the DC restaurant scene has exploded in recent years, competition is fierce, and elegance is out, hip is in.  While Equinox continues to serve some of the best food in DC, it is certainly not hip.  You know that every 14th street spot is packed every Friday night — not just that strip, but that’s the one that comes most to mind these days.  Tom Sietsema, in his recent review of Joe’s Seafood, Prime Steak & Stone Crab (also not exactly hip?), noted it was full on a Monday night, and wondered if nearby restaurants were worried about the competition.  Bobby Van’s is nearby, and so I would say yes, they must be worried.

Quick recap of our Bobby Van’s experience: good but overly formal service, high prices, okay food.  Avoid the house steak sauce, which is more like sweet and sour sauce and does not enhance the gristly but otherwise perfectly cooked, reasonably tasty New York strip.  Fries are pretty good.  Overall though the steak and fries are not any better than at Medium Rare, and lack the awesome MR sauce, and are twice as expensive for a comparable portion (fewer fries at BV, actually).

Longer recap of Equinox. Ten years ago, Equinox — or as they sometimes like to call it “Chef Todd Gray’s Equinox Restaurant” — was on essentially every critic’s list of the top restaurants in DC.  It seems like that’s not the case anymore — as noted we were surprised to find it barely half full on a Friday night — but the kitchen still creates delicious food, service is top notch, and the decor is still elegant, maybe a little outdated, but whatever.  And you can hear yourselves converse, which is a nice change from a lot of restaurants.  But for whatever reason, the millennials don’t seem to be eating at Equinox, at least they weren’t when we ate there last week, aside from maybe the dude sitting at a front table wearing a black t-shirt that said “Han Shot First” — a sentiment with which I completely agree, but maybe not in an upscale restaurant.  Equinox isn’t exactly the Mos Eisley cantina. Then again, I’m not a paragon of fashion myself.

Back to DC, back to dinner.  Pacing was a little slow, but it was fine, I think the servers actually did a good job reading our conversational flow.  We were clearly in no hurry.   From the amuse bouche — duck confit egg rolls — to dessert — okay poached pear and glorious chocolate panna cotta — we ate well and had a great time.

Beer-braised lamb shank required no knife, falling apart and away from the bone at the slighted touch. Sous-vide short rib and beef loin were incredibly tender and rich.  Our server was pushing the fish — actually he was pushing everything on the menu equally, really my only complaint, it’s nice to get an actual preference/recommendation — and the fish-eaters among us were pleased with their Texas Red Fish and Norwegian Salmon.  The monkfish apparently knows no state or country and maybe that’s why nobody ordered it.

We also tried the truffled mac & cheese, which was not discernibly truffled but otherwise fine, as it is in most restaurants.  It’s hard to make a transcendent mac & cheese, but fortunately fine is just fine as long as you don’t expect more.  Dessert came with a little shot of prosecco on the house, which was a nice complement to the pear dish in particular, but it was the rich, creamy “Mocha Moderne” panna cotta that ultimately won the night. It’s almost enough to make me crave chocolate.  Does anyone make a lamb shank panna cotta?

Entrees are in the $26-34 range, reasonable for that level of quality food and service.  I’d happily go back, although the location just south of Farragut Square isn’t convenient for us.  Also, the restaurant isn’t much to look at from the street, I suspect that may improve once warmer weather hits (not this week!) and they can open the front patio, but possibly the lack of curb appeal hurts the winter dining scene.

All told, an excellent dining experience.  If Equinox isn’t still considered a top DC dining destination, it should be.  At least for those of us unhipsters…

Happy Holidays

On a brighter, more seasonal note than the previous post, both Nava and Ruan are listed in the Washingtonian “100 Very Best Restaurants issue” arriving in today’s mail — not yet available online I think.  This is not the best cheap restaurants issue, this is the best of the best, led by Inn at Little Washington and Minibar and Komi — so kudos (yet again) and happy new year to Wheaton’s pair of great Thai spots.  Of course, the list is not without its missteps, like Central Michel Richard in the top ten (for me, mediocre and thus extremely overpriced on two 2013 lunch visits) and Jaleo at #15, nothing wrong with Jaleo but shouldn’t be remotely that high on the list.  Overall, though, a fine collection, reminding me as usual that I need to eat out more… Only the top 25 are ranked, and Nava and Ruan are in the remaining 75 somewhere.  Perfectly reasonable.

Happy whatever to everyone — how’s that for blanket season’s greetings? — and look forward to more food blogging in 2014.  Probably even a few more posts between now and then.  Certainly a lot of eating between now and then.  How many calories can we pack into the next seven days? (rhetorical question)



Piggybacking the Post

Bereft of my own content — washed clean away with a week of rain — I refer you to WaPo food critic Tom Sietsema’s “Ten Great Tastes for $10 or Less” of which Wheatonian Ruan Thai’s Yum Watercress is #1.  Mrs. Me does not love the watercress so we rarely order this, but I am with Sietsema, it is totally Yum.

His Fall Dining Guide is also out, no Wheaton spots on the list, surprise surprise, but hard to quibble with most of the choices.  DC restaurant quality is high these days.  I have been to, and agree with the inclusion of, Bourbon Steak, Del Campo, Etto, Ghibellina, Oyamel, Palena, Rasika, and Vermillion.  The only place on his list I wouldn’t include is Jaleo, which is fine but not Top 40 — I might replace it with Mourayo, but there are plenty of contenders.  Places on the list I have never been but are high on my list of places I want to go: Blue Duck, Doi Moi, Izakaya Seki, Komi, Le Diplomate, Woodberry Kitchen, and especially Little Serow.

Central Revisited

Hadn’t been to Central Michel Richard for a few years, but hit it for lunch with colleagues the other day.  It’s a nice place, but not quite as delicious as I remember from before. In particular, the Brussels sprouts disappointed me: the smallish, washed-out sprouts were soggy, as was the accompanying bacon; overall the dish is nowhere near Brasserie Beck-quality.  Not bad, but mediocre.  Bacon and onion tart was only okay.  Lesson: at Central, stick to the sandwiches (specifically hamburger, lobster burger, and meatball sandwich, all come with the  crunchy fried onion disc) and the excellent fries.  Probably also the fried chicken, which I still haven’t had but need to get via the lunch bucket takeout special one of these busy workdays.

K Is For…What?

It would be easy to make jokes about lobbyists eating at Kensington’s K Town Bistro (3784 Howard) but those jokes would not be funny, not least because I don’t think many lobbyists are in the habit of dining in Kensington, plus it is K Town not K Street.  And if it were a terrible restaurant, the strikeout headlines would write themselves.  I love headlines that write themselves — but this one just won’t.  K is for kookie? Kooky?  No and no.  I’ll just have to move on.

In any case, K Town isn’t terrible — in fact, overall it is quite good, straddling a line between fancy restaurant and eclectic bistro, and certainly is more elegant than any Wheaton restaurant.  The service is excellent, not surprising since owner Gonzalo Barba has been running high end restaurants (including at the Watergate Hotel) for decades.  Gonzalo himself was working the room like a pro all evening, helping deliver and clear dishes, explaining and rectifying occasional glitches, definitely a strong presence.  The art on the walls is…interesting (some is for sale), and the orange-yellow pastel walls themselves seem salvaged from dear departed Suporn Thai (but they aren’t really) (I assume…). I don’t mean that as a criticism; the sum is greater than the parts here.

The kitchen’s plating demonstrates artistry and lots of planning: almost all the dishes look great. The physical dishes themselves are interesting, often mismatched in ways that work — dinner plates don’t necessarily seem to match salad plates, or soup bowls, or glasses, but it all comes together.  Only the French onion soup isn’t visually inviting: for some reason the chef chooses to merely float a cheesy crouton within the confines of the bowl’s rim, not even close to spilling over the top, which is how the best examples of the genre get their delicious (and attractive) blistered crust.  Still, the soup was reportedly good, as was the lobster bisque, which I can vouch for myself and, as advertised, tasted of lobster and sherry.

Fried oysters with saffron aioli atop avocado mousse is not a combination I ever would have come up with, but I really liked it; the fry job was solid, the bivalves were crisp and briny, and the aioli and avocado were delicious.  Unexpected, but it works — seems to be a theme at K Town.

What else was good? Most everything we tried: gnocchi in a surprisingly liquid sauce; rich, fork-tender braised short ribs with a small tower of cheesy zucchini that I devoured in about three seconds (but also some gummy, bland risotto); and a cute single serving beef Wellington that I didn’t taste so can’t really comment except that it disappeared quickly and the golden-brown pastry looked perfect.

We don’t usually have dessert but did this time: vanilla ice cream was creamy but nothing special; creme brulee was also creamy, rich, crunchy on top, very good.  There were a couple of snafus with the wine: they hadn’t updated their list so what we thought would be a 2009 malbec turned out to be a 2010, and then after an offer of a bit of sauternes to go with the (excellent) fois gras, it turned out they were in fact out of sauternes* — the replacement muscat was (reportedly) fine but, well, not sauternes.

* This reminds me of Monty Python’s Cheese Shop sketch (one of their best ever), in which many cheese options are not available — in fact, the shop harbors no cheese at all — but the Camembert is at one point offered and subsequently the offer is retracted: “oh…the cat’s eaten it.” I, too, delight in all manifestations of the Terpsichorean muse.

We liked the service and ambience and, mostly, the food, and we will certainly return in the future to explore more of the menu; I don’t know if I would call this a “special occasion” restaurant, and the atmosphere is different from, say, Mrs. K’s or the Black Market Bistro, just to name a couple of other local, relatively-fine-dining establishments in the same price range (K Town appetizers $7-15, entrees $20-30) and probably it depends on personal taste where one might choose to dine.  It could be a special occasion restaurant, and at least it is nice to have a good, relatively upscale “American” food place to go in the Wheaton-Kensington area.



Lamb Jam Cam? (by Emma Jane Hogbin/Creative Commons)

Great time at the DC American Lamb Jam yesterday, held in a ballroom at the Ritz Carlton: 19 local restaurants serving tastes of locally (regionally?) grown lamb prepared nineteen different awesome ways, with plenty of Washington State red wine flowing (plus a few beers). The organizers did a great job, the crowd was big enough to feel the buzz and seem well-populated, yet there was plenty of room to move and little if any waiting for most tastes or pours.

We all got to vote for best dish, plus there were some official judges giving various awards, but we didn’t stay to find out who won and I don’t see that results have been posted anywhere online yet (UPDATE: results! Courtesy of EatMore DrinkMore). Our group consensus favorites were the lamb shank from Jackson 20 & The Grille at Morrison House, and the Hunkar Begendi — i.e. another lamb shank — from Zaytinya, both incredibly, delicately tender and flavorful, the difference mainly a rosemary lamb demiglace beneath the former and an eggplant puree beneath the latter. I also particularly loved Bibiana’s lamb shoulder confit, an enormous (by “just a taste” standards) and tender portion, served with a delicious lamb ravioli atop a charred eggplant paste. The youngest among us went baaaaananas for Weekend Bistro’s (beware Flash on website) braised lamb shoulder with horseradish grits and butter bean ragu, and we all agreed that was also a great choice.

Really, every one of the 19 offerings was at least very good; some were truly sublime.  Among the five of us, we tasted nearly all 19. The lamb was highest quality — the folks from Wagshal’s were there, too, giving some butchery demos.  Fun! I have literally no complaints about the event; if I did have a complaint, it would be that the portions in some cases were too large, I was only able to try about half of the dishes, I just ran out of room.  A tower of Georgetown Cupcakes out in the hallway also disappeared quickly (I didn’t go there). About twenty Washington State wineries were pouring several different wines apiece, a bit overwhelming really and I tried only a couple, both very good and of course well-paired with all the lamb.

The only trouble was, it was just so much bacchanalia that we were hard-pressed to stay awake driving home (at 5PM!). Partially the volume and richness of the food got us in the end, and partially I’m sure it was simply having counted all those sheep lambs…

One In Vermilion (Four, Actually)

Virginia again? How do we keep ending up in the Commonwealth? Okay, it isn’t that often, and they do have some fine restaurants, some different experiences than one finds in Wheaton, and we enjoyed a recent visit to Vermilion (1120 King Street, Alexandria). Good food was a given, and we liked the ambience too, especially the exposed brickwork upstairs, but the wonderful service really put the place over the top for us. Everyone we encountered was friendly and helpful, especially in the downstairs bar area, where we waited for our table and then returned after dinner to linger over cocktails. I am not supercritical when it comes to service, but it can make an otherwise okay meal good (or disastrous), and in this case it made a good meal great.

Vermillion is big on local products, sustainability, etc., and the food quality is excellent, starting with the bread basket, which included a couple of choices, best was what seemed like a hybrid classic dinner roll/buttermilk biscuit, sweet and soft and hot and happy. One of the better breads I’ve had at any restaurant. We each were next bestowed an amuse bouche, a delicious bite of beef tartare atop…something, I don’t remember, but it was very good, we all wished there were more.  Unlike Queen Victoria, we were indeed amused.

Ol’ Vicky also famously said “I will be good” and that was true on this night, too. Main dishes lived up to expectations but I wouldn’t say exceeded them.  Pork loin and belly was nicely sliced and arrayed amidst a melange of feta, pine nuts, peas; good but not great.  The “pekin duck” across from me disappeared quickly, I think that was the overall winner.  Charcuterie and mushroom ravioli were, like the pork, about the expected level of quality.  Overall, a fine meal made excellent by the service (and by the company!). Also, the bartender and bar staff really know their stuff: highly recommended.

The Ashby Inn & Restaurant

Ahh, Paris in springtime…if Virginia is for lovers, then Paris, Virginia is for food lovers — I suppose so is Paris, France, but I haven’t eaten there recently (alas) so we will stick to the Commonwealth’s Parisian culinary vanguard for now. And why not: we had one of the best meals we have ever had at the restaurant at the Ashby Inn.

Ashby Elegance

I have never been overwhelmed by risotto before, but the farro risotto with oyster butter was the highlight of the meal and  one of the best dishes I have ever had. Mrs. Me joked about licking her bowl — at least I thought she was kidding, but she didn’t leave a drip, so who knows? And who could blame her? Oyster butter!  Buttery, oystery, tangy, creamy. Perfectly cooked risotto. Plus a garnish of lardons (pork!), spicy greens, and a solitary oyster, not at all lonely astride his little risotto hill, just happy to be there, luxuriating in the richness of it all.  A brilliant, coherent mix of flavors and textures; we luxuriated too, though which of us was the walrus and which the carpenter, I cannot say.


Oyster Butter of the Gods

Backing up: we started with a quartet of “snacks”: (L-R) quail rillette on toast; puffed dashi cracker; calabrese rioja on crispy potato; carbonara gougere. All good. I think the savory potato-calabrese (sausage bits, basically) was my favorite, but hard to choose.

Halibut with broccoli rabe and rice croquettes would have been a top entree anywhere else, but here it was probably my least favorite — I still happily ate every crumb. Smoked beef loin, on the other hand, was wonderful; nearly fork-tender beef, lovely pink inside, with potato puree and collards and bits of ham and mushroom.  Another plate-licker, nearly.


Better-than-average Snacks

Dessert was the big eye-opener, aside from the risotto. As if a decadent chocolate torte with toffee cream and rich, crystalized peanut butter shards weren’t enough, the plate also included a daub of “popcorn sherbet”: ice cream that tasted like popcorn.  Fresh, not-burned, delicious popcorn.  Ice cream. We were all like OMG reduced to giggling schoolgirls, giddy over popcorn ice cream, such a distinctive, unexpected taste. And really, really, really delicious. All this was paired with a 1985 Vouvray chenin blanc, a deep gold wine with a strong nose (in a good way) that I couldn’t quite pin down, but it absolutely matched the dessert.


Chocolate, Toffee, Peanut Butter...Popcorn Ice Cream!?

All the wine pairings were great, not surprisingly, since Asbhy prides itself on food-wine complementation. Service was perfect, professional, smooth, well-timed, knowledgable.  Loved our servers, loved the sommelier. Almost all the food is sourced from local farms. The atmosphere is sort of country elegant. We even loved the stylish tableware. I feel like I’m doing a commercial, and I don’t want to be that guy, but it was simply a wonderful experience that, even at a much higher price point than we usually go for, we already are looking forward to repeating, perhaps in the fall, when the ever-changing menu will be totally different, featuring whatever is fresh and seasonal at the time.  Thanks for a great meal and experience, Ashby folks.