Monday, April 16, 2007

If I Had Been on the Titanic, I Would've Sunk Like a Rock

Last night, my lovely and delightful and gorgeous and amazing and smart and witty friend Carolyn took me, and two other ladies, to the most fabulous event. A recreation of the final meal served to first-class passengers aboard the Titanic. Yes, my friends, I'm a dress size larger today than when I awoke yesterday.

What the menu (linked above) does not mention is the wine pairings. We opted not to have wine with every course (because, hello!, I had to drive myself home, and cab fare from Germantown to Downtown would have been more than the dinner!), but we definitely had our share. A lovely pinot grigio with the salmon. A very nice Cabernet with the filet. And a fabulous pinot noir with the duckling. Oh, and did I mention the kir royale before we started? No? Yes, very nice.

Instead of boring you with details of our waiter, Nick, and our merciless taunting of him, or the reporter for the Germantown News who was doing her "Molly Brown" impression all night, or the fascinating conversation the four of us enjoyed for four hours, I'll regale you with slightly blurry pictures of plates of food.

Carolyn, waiter Nick, and Jennifer. Jennifer is Carolyn's friend from Nashville, and she's hilarious, intense, very smart, and hot! Doesn't she look amazing in that dress?

Canapes a l'Admiral - toast with shrimp and caviar. Very nice. My son got all swoony when I mentioned caviar. Because every eight-year-old boy should love caviar, right?

Consomme Olga. I was tempted to pick up my bowl and drink every drop, but I thought that might be a little tacky.

Poached Salmon with Mousseline Sauce. Ate. Every. Bite.

Chicken Lyonnaise. I didn't love this one and ate only a few bites. Because I knew what was coming next.

Filet Mignon Lili. Can I have another? And another? Because I could eat that for the next ten years, for every meal, and probably still want more. Plate-licking good. (Don't worry, Mom, I didn't really lick the plate. But I wanted to.)

Calvados Glazed Roast Duckling with Apple Sauce. Divine. And all in my stomach. Glad I didn't wear a girdle.

Asparagus Salad with Champagne-Saffron Vinaigrette. Loved it. Perfect.

By this point we were a little punchy, so when we ordered our cognac and brandy, we requested four straws. Because we liked hazing sweet Nick so much. And then Jennifer set up a food stylist's dream:

And we made Merilynn get super-festive.

Then dessert was served. Good thing, because we might have eaten that rose.

Waldorf Pudding, which had fruit and nuts and creme fraiche. Very nice. And look, Mom! I'm a member of.....

The Clean Plate Club!!!

I'm sure I'll post more later, but right now I can say that I'm not a bit hungry. And I'm a little tired. Because I'm not really equipped to eat for four hours and then get up six hours later.


Nael C. Robes said...

That was one fancy dinner!

Mom said...

I'm soooo glad I didn't have to coordinate all of those dishes, let alone prepare them. The Waldorf pudding sounded like a take on Waldorf Salad, without the celery! I think I would do it as a sort of bread pudding-just what you need at the end of a BIG meal!

Ms. Theologian said...

Wow. That was a lot of food! It looks like fun, and y'all look lovely. :)

Jennifer said...

Hey there Girl---this is the hottie from Nashville. Love what you did here!!! The meal was great but I have to say that spending the evening with ya'll was the best part---with the wine a close second!!! Look forward to the Hindenburg Dinner :) Jenn

Anonymous said...

If I still lived in Memphis, I would have been so right beside you.

Cuisine and catastrophy.

Morbidity and mealtime.

Tragedy and appetite.

Oh, the themes of life and death! Hand me napkin!