The Last Supper?

Two weeks from D-Day and good friend V suggested we make a date at the restaurant where she works. As the lack of action on this blog for the past few months might indicate, I've been cooking little and eating like a toddler: i.e. plain chicken and slices of avocado will go down as favorite pregnancy dinner of all time. The "flavors together" concept most dear to the fundamental nature of cooking has been on the outs with me this entire trimester, with a few notable exceptions. This meal, for one.

J and I ordered a full dinner from the menu only to be surprised by additional plates of things V felt we should try. This made for quite a feast- and plenty of leftovers.

We got to Bistro C at 6 and were seated in a romantic window seat in the front of the restaurant where we could watch the rain coming down in their outdoor gardens and the people rushing by on Lincoln Ave. Within the hour the restaurant filled up around us, but our location still felt very private and intimate (and I'm quite sensitive to feeling crowded in lately!). Our initial server came over and explained the specials, but then V saw us and took over. We didn't expect such treatment, but soon she had a glass of champagne in each of our hands as a proper start to what would be an epic 3-hour meal that consisted of:

A carmelized onion strudel appetizer

A salad consisting of a soft-boiled egg atop a creamy mash of celery root beside some poached asparagus

A shaved fennel salad with pea shoots

(J, reserving his red meat trists for such nights out:) Boeuf Bourguignon

(Me, the constant chicken-eater:) Roasted chicken with wild mushroom ragout and onions frites

Brussels sprouts with brown butter

Roasted beets with dill cream

Buttery mashed potatoes

With this I enjoyed a nice glass of Clos Chanteduc Cotes-du-Rhone, 2006 and J had the Malbec (Chateau Lagrezette, Zette, Cahors 2003).

J found a little room to help me with dessert, the lemon tart with Chantilly cream, and V brought out a scoop of Bistro C's homemade mango sorbet for good measure.

This meal will go down in infamy. What a celebration of our soon-to-be next adventure.