Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me for using a hashtag as a blog post title. And yes, as this clearly demonstrates I am admittedly a hashtag abuser thanks to my unashamed Twitter addiction (which began as a way to occupy myself on my Blackberry to avoid awkward weather banter in the lift or having to make a cocktail decision while waiting for one of my platonic dates to surface).
Now that we have got that sorted, let’s get to the content…
…universally speaking, Tuesdays have a tendency to be anticlimactic; they come right after the burden that is Monday and the beginning of the weekend-anticipatory period which begins on Wednesday.
Tuesdays for me however are always a classy affair; a way to add some revitalisation and social spark to my week. They’re usually spent with my favourite ladies, they always involve something delightful to the palate, and I usually just happen to be accessorised with freshwater pearls and a fur shrug (since it is still practically winter in Portland).
Some examples of recent Tuesdays:
Sapphire and I at the end of a night spent between Teardrop and Oven & Shaker at a dear friend of mine’s new impeccably furnished bachelor pad smack dab in the Pearl District; check out the fireplace in the lower left corner
Cocktails at Clyde Common with Madison- a much needed night of dishing, catching up, and literally being in full view of every paedestrian to cross this block of SW Stark between 7:30-9:00 PM
As for tonight? A highly anticipated introduction for Anne to my very favourite establishment for meat in all of Oregon, Laurelhurst Market
I arrived straight from work; Anne from C3 Yoga (that’s a session that is more intense than that hot power yoga I went to that STILL has my heart palpitating). The menu has changed slightly since my last visit in January, which is always an exciting prospect to expect at my favourite locavore establishments in Portland
Of course, as usual, Anne and I decided to order an indulgement-fest and split it down the middle as to savour as much as our hunger capacities could take which translated to: Two appetisers, one entree, one side, and dessert.
This is one of the best dishes I have ever had in Portland, if not my life; and it takes a lot of panache for me to be able to say something like that. In fact, this was so incredibly glorious that it has inspired me to start concocting a “Best Dishes in Portland” list…and so far, this is up at the top.
The disc of foie gras is succulent, smooth, and buttery enough to make you believe that your taste buds were auctioned to you by Hubert Keller. Then there is the bread pudding to texturally compliment that velvet fattiness of the gras and the sweet slightly coarse drizzles of hazelnut and pear butters.
What is so flexible about this dish is that it not only can be an appetiser, but also dessert (and a spectacular one at that), and dare I say…breakfast? It is sensical however as my breakfasts for the entire month of January consisted of Laurelhurst Market foie gras (gifted by one of my thoughtful coworkers) on levain with preserves.
Yes, this was delicious and a proper way to begin the fulfillment of our protein cravings, however dare I say that anything to follow the torchon will come across as anticlimactic. But there was steak. And truffles. And eggs. And impeccable quality fleur de sel, so a delight nevertheless
Can you believe this dish is a mere $20?! This was the first time I veered away from the Piedmontese flat iron steak in lieu for the slightly more marbled and thicker cut bavette. I found the steak delectable, perfectly cooked at medium and sprinkled with fleur de sel and a generous bed of ancho-chili romenesco. Anne wasn’t crazy about the greens…so I ate them.
No meal at Laurelhurst is complete without a ramekin of the $6 mac au fromage. I’ve already described in prior posts about how luscious this little pot of overly generous comfort is- smooth, cheesy, and sprinkled with some crisp and crunch. This may or may not also be on my upcoming list of Portland’s best dishes.
And, of course…there was dessert:
Anything that comes hot in a mini cast-iron skillet tends to win my favour and this was no exception; think a gentrified miniature nutella crepe.
(I am well aware that I need a new gel manicure asap)
Very reasonable, n’est-ce-pas? I did have to forego ordering a pair of Rag & Bone sunglasses on Gilt today in an effort to stick to my new self-imposed budget; but anyways those sunnies would have cost more than the $37.50 (plus tip) so in a skewed way I sort of saved money while simultaneously staying nourished and having something to lift me out of the rather deflated state I had fallen into over the last few days.
Plus, Anne is just always an absolute delight to share the company of. I mean, this post has taken me nearly two hours to write just because I have been simultaneously facebook-chatting with Anne the most strategic way to word a message to one of her potential non-platonic dates.
Of course, the conversation is confidential, but I’ll give you a slight snippet just for laughs:
Anne: if I say grab coffee or something does it sound too vague? i mean should i give him the option to pick a place that also serves tea or light tapas?
Sara: LIGHT TAPAS! You keeeeel me. If a guy suggested light tapas as a nonplatonic date idea, I’d put a ring on it…or let him put a ring on me. Or maybe pay for the mini causas and ceviches we split
Anne: well very petit tapas. you know where the focus probs should be the beverage and the tapas is just to fufill the oregon liquor law requirement of food. awww yeah thatd be cute!
That is all. Happy Tuesday.
What would you want your last meal to be?
What’s your favourite weekday (Friday does not count)?
What is your Tuesday night agenda?