The Best Meal Eva!
Monday, August 25, 2008
We are back from Las Vegas. Sadly, we did not win big but we had so much fun. We walked the strip, we gambled, we ate, we lazed in the pool, we window-shopped and more. We had a beautiful dinner at Morels, a french steakhouse in the Palazzo hotel.
It was one of those chic-chic restaurants where the focus is on the food and wine. We had an almost three hour meal and enjoyed every minute of it. I am a big foodie and love the experience of fine dining and the quality of ingredients. Rarely do we eat like this but it was such a treat. This is a picture of the dining room at Morels.
First we were introduced to our team of servers, yes team. That team had a captain, as in, "My name is Richard and I will be your Captain this evening." We had a sommilier(wine steward) who advised us what wine pairings were most complimentary to our food. We also had a server whose job seemed to consist only of filling our water and folding our napkin whenever one of us left the table to use the restroom. Seriously, you'd go to the restroom and come back to your napkin refolded sitting on the table.
When we sat down, we were asked what water we'd like, we were given the still water selections and the sparkling water selections. Of course we chose tap, I like good food but will never pay eight dollars for a glass of water. Another waiter handed us beautifully bound menus and told us the Captain would be by to walk us through the menus. Among the selctions was Wagyu beef, the most expensive and highly sought after meat. Can you imagine paying $185 for a steak? That's what you'd have to shell out for this prized beef. Unless I'm going to poop out a brick of gold afterward, this was a little pricey for me.
Next, they brought us bread right from the oven served with butter and olive tapenade. Butter you say, that sounds like what you'd get in any restaurant but you'd be wrong, this was french butter.
I, the occasional carnivore, partook in the 18oz bone-in ribeye, and ate it all, save for the bone. Gene had oven-roasted Australian lobster, the first time my husband has eaten any animal(though basically an insect) in years. We had asparagus with a citrus beurre-blance, a fancy-schmancy white sauce with pristinely segmented slices of meyer lemon, grapefruit and orange, no pith, no peel, no seeds. By the way, I found out that the term for doing this to a citrus fruit is called supreming, or to supreme, and it was.
"Thank you, thank you, this is a moment of joy and I want to kiss everybody. This is wonderful to be here, too dive in this ocean of chocolate generosity, how do you say, gratitude, I thank you, so happy, so happy, I want to thank my parents, mamma, pappa for putting me here so I can be to do this, this, this life is beautiful, chocolate is beautiful, I want to make the love to this souffle, I want to make love to all of you."
Wow, I am reading this while throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave and wishing I were in Vegas getting dressed to go to Morels. What a great weekend...I am hardly jealous at all. hrumph
Gah. Now I am drooling. And all we have are leftovers, LOL. Sounds fun.
U know, us Vietnamese blokes had the posh super creamy clog your arteries French butter for ages at the supermarket, it's like 5 bucks. Tasty stuff. (you'd have to traverse through treacherous old Asian drivers with big fat bmws and Mercedes who's sole purpose is to run you over, to get at this creamy butter. But ooh so good.
yummy, makes the fruit snacks I'm munching on taste like flavored rubber.
WOW! Talk about being wined and dined. And you still had enough money to get home after that dinner?
Sounds heavenly - nothing better than a hedonistic dinner.
"poop out a gold brick" ahahahahahhhaaaahah
Wow. That sounds so good. I'm planning my Vegas trip now...
I'm a big foodie too, so I understand the obsession. And I loooooove restaurants that give you the "team" of people to serve you.
How am I supposed to feed my family the same old slop (i.e. my cooking) after reading this? How?
(BTW, this was porn to me. I am so very food motivated. So thank you.)
I hate you. I'm eating peanut butter and jelly all week until I get paid.
Oh, I'm drooling. I love meals like that, and I don't have them nearly often enough.