Mrs. BD and I have birthdays only days apart. Leos. I gave her a pair of Le Chameau that she wanted for fall and winter, and she gave me a set of Harry's shaving equipment. German blades. I can never find the right shaving stuff, so, good. I'll try not to look homeless altho I don't really care too much. Hope I do not slice my jugular or cut my head off.
Seems that Harry's now has a barbershop on MacDougall St. I have plenty of hair with a touch of grey.
Then I took her out for dinner to her favorite place. Heck, I like Northern Italian, Mezzican, Indian, Thai, Jap, Chinese, BBQ, etc. etc, but for Occasions it has to be fine French. And it has to be damn good, because for spiritual and dietary reasons we are abstaining from vino at present - but fine Frog food sucks without vino and, furthermore, I do not enjoy recreational eating anymore anyway. It's not about the food on the table; it's about the people on the chairs.
We had:
- Their amuse bouche du jour was a little slice of mallard-scallion spring roll with a gibier reduction in droplets
- She had a yellowfin tuna tartare salad with mango chutney; I had the crispy sweetbreads (creamy as cream inside) on a fresh pea sauce
- She had their softshell crabs (tasted them, maybe best I ever tasted and I am an expert in SSCs); I had the crispy Mallard breast. Dynamite.
- For dessert, they made us a mascarpone tart to share, with a fresh cherry compote and homemade ice cream on top. And wrote Happy Birthday in chocolate around it.
Memorable supper. Happy wife, happy life. Funny detail: Turned out that we each had made reservations there for the same night at the same time as a treat for each other.
