I Am Thankful For Mistakes
You can bitch and moan all you want about restaurant mistakes, and most of the time you should. But since I've been slacker post lady due to impending Thanksgiving activities chez moi, I thought I'd list a few mistakes that were, well, TOTALLY AWESOME.
- My first visit to Eccolo, when I asked them to leave the coleslaw off of my fish and chips. I'm not down with the mayo, yo. Just ew. I can do it sometimes but not smeared all over cabbage. The slaw came anyway and had zero mayo. Instead it had a delightful lime dressing. Hells yeah!
- Last night at Delfina when the lady next to us didn't want her fries and then gave them to us. We haven't eaten the fries in YEARS, despite fries being my favorite. This is because, originally, I actually thought the fries were a (*gasp*) weak spot. Mind you, this was in 1998. I was pleased to discover last night that they are now some of the best in the city, hands down. And they come with tasty fried herbs.
- The folks at Manresa brining me veal sweetbreads despite me telling them that I don't eat foie gras or beef (taste issues and nothing else before you start hollering). For me, that math would equal no sweetbreads. While I didn't love them, I still ate some and was glad I had challenged myself.
- La Suite being out of pate, and then offering Jon foie gras instead (it was a set menu for the Beaujolais Nouveau). Jon loves him some foie. He got the pate by mistake, which he loved, but our cutie pie waiter felt so bad that he brought him the foie, too. Score!
- Any number of times my order has been fucked up. We usually get a bonus prize (ie, a comped dish) for this one. And I usually like the fuck up anyway.
- Any time that something I want is not on the menu (unless it's, like, EVERYTHING on the menu). I usually then try something a little more daring. Also, the above bonus sometimes applies in this case as well.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."