In a cozy, dimly lit room lined with candles, I was offered a lace blindfold. The waiter gently slid a glass of Pinot Grigio in front of me and guided my hand to it. There was a warm waft floating over from the kitchen. It just felt sexy.
Not sure how sexy it was afterward though. What a beautiful thing to be able to eat gourmet food – seven courses, no less – with no one watching you. I am a messy eater. I am about the food – how it gets to me is not as important. Very honestly, I look like a happy monkey when I eat, and here, in this dark dining experience, that is ok!
I took advantage of that a little. I may have eaten spaghetti with my hands. What a transcending experience to savor truffle oil with caramelized onions and baked asparagus. Yes, I licked the plate too. Shrimp scampi followed, with a light lemon sauce with anchovies. Between the rigatoni and bucatini, I felt a slow contentment creep over (it was either that or the wine…). And then the cannoli cake. Oh my gosh, you yellow piece of heaven, pressed against fresh ricotta, I love you. Moist, but light, fresh, but decadent, what an incredible piece of art.
I take my hat (and blindfold) off in humility to Chef Adrienne. She helped me rediscover my quiet gratitude for fine food, and my love of eating like a monkey – two things that generally do not pair well together. I’ll be back for you, dark dining.
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