You might recall that a week or so ago, Sarah Eveans and I cooked with Charlie Palmer at his restaurant at The Joule. (Well, he cooked. We watched.) Anyway, I vowed to go back and actually eat in the dining room, as opposed to in the kitchen–although I’m not complaining, because that lamb was delish. Anyway, last night I got to dine like a real person at Charlie Palmer. Even 12 hours later, I am still full, because the word “moderation” doesn’t seem to be in my vocabulary. But I don’t regret one bite. Well, the ricotta-stuffed agnolotti wasn’t my favorite–“smoky” was how my dining partner and I both described it–but now I’m just quibbling. Here’s a rundown of what we piglets ate: lobster corn dog (the amuse); house-smoked salumi platter (my companion claims it’s the best in the city); aforementioned smoky agnolotti; beet salad with Texas goat cheese (would have liked more beets, and they were a bit hard to find, but the greens were excellently dressed); amberjack “au poivre” atop purple hull peas, tomatoes, and pork pastrami (which another foodie friend had during Restaurant Week and couldn’t stop raving about it); salmon with sea beans and shiitake marinated in hoison and soy for this amazingly intense Asian flavor; and chocolate peanut butter bar, which we barely made a dent in, because we were painfully full. But I wanted to. So. Bad. Oh! And I almost forgot to mention each course was paired with wine by the very talented Brandan Kelley. If I were less full, I might be able to remember the wines. Brandan, if you’re reading this, please tell these nice folks about your selections, which were spot-on.
So what on earth does this have to do with Kate Bosworth? Well, she dined there this past Sunday night and ordered the beet salad, filet, and St. Emilion Chateau de Lussac. Whether or not she actually ate it, I don’t know. But the girl has good taste.
