First up was a glass of Chardonnay and some passed apps. Crawfish and lobster stuffed peppadew peppers = good, fried alligator in a General Tso's reminscent sauce = better, boudin croquettes missed the mark. The boudin was a cold and uninteresting. The Chardonnay however compensated for the faults of the boudin.
First course looked good on paper - seared scallop on watermelon rind jam with grapefruit segments. But as the server placed it down, the scent of 3-day-old houseguest rose from the table. The scallop was seared, but not really cooked and was incredibly "fishy." Complete miss.
But then came the happiness. A salad of cured then smoked then seared duck pastrami with foie gras shavings and a salad of lightly dressed arugula. Just everything you could want out of a plate of food: sultry, extravagant, indulgent, and refined. Best dish of night handsd down. Served with the Syrah Rosé, I could eat this every night of my life and get fat as shit. The rosé would work very well with sticky ribs.
Next up was a tasso crusted piece of redfish over polenta. No complaints here, served with an almost delicate Cabernet. The Pope's comment summed it up, "Another bottle of that one please?"
This final savory course we all waited with baited breath on: a porcini crusted venison tenderloin with valdeon blue cheese gnocchi and pork cracklins. The blue cheese in the gnocchi needed to play a stronger role and this dish would have really been exceptional. Meat was cooked perfectly and the porcini dusting held its own. Paired with a shiraz, had the blue cheese come through the stars would have aligned.
Dessert was Strawberry pain perdu, satsuma ice cream, pralines, and Muscat. By this point, the notes got fuzzy.
The service and staff at La Cote did a hell of a job. It may sound like I complained a bunch, but really it was a great meal and an even better time. Thanks to everyone who came, including The Nun and her table of Misfits. Luckily Catfish Erin and Donnie Boy Riguez brought some after dinner cigars for all. He claimed they were pre-Castro Cubans, but I tend to think they were just Castro Cubans.
