So I was recently speaking to my brother (the lawyer!), and he was telling me about how he had gone out to eat in Manhattan. A very nice place to eat out indeed, and the choices run the gamut from gourmet to greasy, spotless to dirty spoon, and upscale to below dive level.
Now, my brother (you know what he does for a living), is not one who regularly avails himself of the gastronomic pleasures in the City that Never Sleeps, so when he does I like to talk to him about it.
Truth be told, I will talk to anyone about what they've ordered in a restaurant because A) I love food B) It gives me an idea of what to try or stay away from if I go there C)maybe I'll think about making a variation on that dish, perhaps you will mention a combination of ingredients I may not have thought of (so yes, you're welcome at Chez Blog Berg for sweet breads with apricots and artichoke bottoms anytime. I just need a little advance warning).
He mentioned that he went to a restaurant that for many many many years was called "My Most favorite Dessert." They recently changed their name to "My Most favorite Food," because although they began as a bakery in Long Island 20 years ago, they opened a restaurant/bakery in the city a few years after that, they felt the name change better reflected their full range of services (bakery, catering, restaurant).
Anywho, I asked my dear brother what he ordered, and of course I was disappointed by his answer (I should have asked his wife, she orders much better than he does). I've been to this establishment a few times, so I figured he would redeem himself when he told me what he got to end the meal. I was dreaming of vicariously enjoying his warm peach pie with streusel topping, or decadent cheese cake, tiramasu, white chocolate mousse cake, shadow cake, or some other incredibly rich confection that I could drool over in my mind.
His reply was:
"We didn't get dessert, we stopped at Dunkin Donuts on the way home."
A reply though shocking and ridiculous, certainly one I could live with, as all these wonderful confection are six times the price of a donoughnut. However, it was his next question that threw me:
"Do they have good desserts there?"
I responded, in a voice that could possibly wake the dead:
"IT'S RIGHT THERE, IN THE NAME OF THE RESTAURANT!!!!!!"
He replied: "Not anymore."
A Lawyer, indeed.
5 comments:
maybe he thought the desserts were no longer good bk they changed the name?!?!?!
Around the time they changed the name from My Most Favorite Dessert, our family dubbed it "My Most Expensive"....
No sense anyway asking him what her ordered. They never seem to have what is on their menu anyway.
Even better than enjoying the food there is watching and gauging the dates.... first date? second? will there be another? Very close quarters make it possible to read the unmistakable body language signs that some of these young people seem totally clueless about.
what else does CBB serve? when are you going to post a menu?
As we were taught in law school.
I object.
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sounds a lot like my brother, also a lawyer. to be honest my brother's wife is more likely to give the retort "not anymore" than he is but they have been married for quite some time.
Chances are that your brother, by the dessert part of the conversation, had tired of it and wasn't paying much attention. Sounds like my brother too.
I don't know about yours but my brother is constantly ragged on like this but never lets on that it bothers him. or even that he notices. but I think he does, he bloged about it once.
Ragg on Dude!!
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