Showing posts with label french. Show all posts
Showing posts with label french. Show all posts

Sunday, August 29, 2010

zucco avec kony

kony had finally returned to new york for the summer, so for our first rendez-vous we went to zucco's, a supertiny but cute french diner. appropriate because she is in love with the language, as anyone should be. ;)

we had lentil soup and a savory pastry practically oozing with sauce, which went well with the side of world cup we got on their screen, a backdrop to talks of dreams deferred and charming, well-traveled boys. ;)




zucco le french diner / 188 orchard st, new york, ny 10002



Saturday, May 15, 2010

montreal x au pied de cochon


cromesquis de foie gras


salade de bleu, pommes, endives


langue de bison à l'estragon


duck in a can

"it's like driving down hollywood boulevard naked, wearing a cowboy hat and holding a white castle hamburger in one hand, having sex with two hookers while listening to zz top. total trash. [and i love it.]" ANTHONY BOURDAIN

...something like that. it was excessive in so many ways -- the explosion of the liquid foie gras in your mouth, the presentation of the duck in a can, the many visits from our waiters, but still, it was an enjoyable experience. surprisingly, among all the delectable pork dishes, the dish i loved the most was utterly devoid of it. the salade de bleu, pommes, endives was perfectly fresh, alternating between the crisp of the endive, with the soft and even slightly sweet pungent taste of the bleu, the subtle tart of the pommes and the tang of the vinaigrette i remember making as a child living in france. i savored every bite i had and took half of it home. it was still just as good the next day, though i can't say the same for the duck in a can. some things, it turns out, are meant to be experienced at the restaurant, and the restaurant alone. :)

au pied de cochon, 536 avenue duluth est, montreal, qc