My meal began with an unusual starter: a diminutive Sinku oyster served in a Chinese soup spoon. On the oyster was a combination of vodka, fennel oil, clementine and shallots. A drizzle of cranberry juice made it a Christmasy red jewel.
I continued with a cauliflower soup appetizer, but that description oversimplifes what I was presented with. This isn't your grandmother's cauliflower soup. A creamy puree below its own froth, it's crowned with a generous slice of pan seared foie gras and a golden mound of deep fried leeks. A halo of black trumpet mushrooms finishes it off. You go from a crunch, to a chew, and then it slides down your throat all in one bite.
I chose a vegetarian risotto as my entree, not because I am one, but because I appreciate creativity with vegetables. I was not disappointed. Although the vegetables were not immediately recognizable on sight (except the lovely al dente carrots), the flavors were familiar as I took bite after bite of the creamy nut colored risotto.
My dining companion chose the sliced duck breast resting on a square of polenta and some Jerusalem artichokes. The breast was well dressed in licorice and carmalized kumquats, providing the requisite sweet flavor duck begs for, but in a non-traditional way.
We finished off our meal with a selection of local non-importable unpasteurized cheeses (cow, sheep and goat's milk), a treat when you come from the States.
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January 12, 2007
From journal A Romantic Weekend in Montreal
February 18, 2002
From journal Winter Holiday in Montreal