Last night, Yves and I ventured to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, to celebrate his 31st birthday at Dressler. He’s not what I would call a gastronomic adventurer. Needless to say, he was skeptical about the food. Especially, when he scaled down the menu and spotted seared octopus and chicken liver mousse among the offerings. After much scoffing and eye rolling, he opted for the cured pork tenderloin which arrived at our table nestled atop of a bed of pillowy spaghetti squash and topped off with crispy fresh bacon. The latter is really a deep-fried hunk of salty, crispy, unctuous pork belly — uh, yum! of course, I had the same.
It was absolutely delicious, even Yves, was pleasantly surprised. However, I wasn’t a fan of the cocktail. I ordered the “Ingenue,” a mixture of cucumber vodka and prosecco. It tasted like sour cucumber water, with a little kick. Still, down the hatch it went, at $14, I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. Yves chose the “Brooklyn”, he took one swig, placed it down on the table and said “I’ve got to drive us home later in one piece,” enough said. For dessert, we both ordered the warm banana tart tatin, to go. It was absolutely delectable. I scoffed down the entire thing at about two o’clock in the morning, which I think made it taste that much better.
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