The past two weeks have been hectic; late work hours, lingering self-imposed obligations, and a family emergency have led to near-sleepless nights, Nespresso-induced jitters, and a rational fear of hearing my Blackberry ring/ding/make any sort of vibration
As a result of the above, I have been spending my rare and golden nuggets of free time “taking it easy,” translating to trading in my weekday late-night Riot Acts and business talk at Teardrop to some late night Forbes and Financial Times in my candied ginger-scented bubble baths. As for the weekends, I have been sticking to relaxed queue-less suppers out with my nears & dears and some self-care…in the forms of ninety minute deep tissue massages
Since my weekday diet tends to consist of a cereal/yoghurt/gourmet burger pattern, a Saturday night dinner at Laurelhurst Market was a very welcome and fulfilling indulgence
The first time Naz and I ventured over to Laurelhurst Market was last May as part of a celebratory Thursday night post-thesis completion celebration
Of course, since Olive, Naz, and I spent our Saturday afternoon occupying saunas, massage beds, and plush spa robes, it was only fitting that we concluded our evening with some gentrified comfort food
We started with two ramekins of Mac n Cheese; Laurelhurst Market is famous for their mac n cheese, baked with a Tim’s potato chip crust and oozing of dairy velvet luxe. I am not even going to try to describe how incredible this was- let me just say that it made me wonder why I do not eat Mac N Cheese more often:
For the main course; after much debate, Naz and I each ordered the Piedmontese Culotte Steak with truffled farm eggs and pistou:
As a self-proclaimed meat head, this most certainly tapped the iron and Vitamin B12 craving; I do admit however that I preferred the egg sunny side up when we last ventured here; omelette texture skeeves me un peu…even when umami-accented
Since Olive is vegetarian, she chose the Little Gem Romaines Salad to go along with her ramekin of mac:
It is worth iterating here that there are no vegetarian entrees at Laurelhurst Market; however luckily Olive is a fan of le fromage so she was quite content with having a salad with Mac n Cheese for din
When Naz and I were here last May, we ordered a Dulce de Leche cheesecake for dessert which was absolutely beyond the most distant valley of impeccable. Over the course of the last several months, everyone who has come into contact with Naz from Bombay to London to Boston to Portland has heard about this cheesecake; therefore it is no exaggeration to say that we had some rather high expectations for our post-steak sweet teeth:
Since there is no way one measly slice of cheesecake would be enough for the three of us, we collectively decided to also order the chocolate whoopie pie (what the hell is with Portland and whoopie pies?)
This time around, as opposed to the cranberry compote, the Dulce de Leche cheesecake arrived with Oregon huckleberry syrup. It was good, a word I try to avoid when calibrating a given dish’s pleasure potential- but sadly it was just that- in fact once the cheque arrived there was an entire bite of crust left which remained
Do you ever treat yourself with a spa treatment?
What would be your ultimate weekend indulgence?