It was Valentine's eve, and we went to a French restaurant for dinner. It was a small, quaint shop in Causeway Bay with dim lights and excellent service. The drizzly, windy evening outside helped build up a awesomely cozy atmosphere.
For entrée we had foie gras. An exquisite French delicacy, foi gras is duck's fatty liver; an oversized organ obtained after force feeding corn to the aforementioned avian. The technique is known as gavage, and apparently it is forbidden by law in some European countries for its negative consequences on the birds' health. In a way, the principle is similar to what the Japanese do to their wagyu, or Kobe beef.
I had heard about foie gras a fair bit in the past, but I never imagined it would be this delicious. I do not think I would be willing to pay that amount of money every week, but it was very nice to try it once. Or twice. :P
Fish soup. Cannot remember whether it was cod or some other slippery friend, but it was hearty and flavourful.
The salmon entrée was... interesting. Have not decided yet if I loved it or thought it was okay; the novelty of eating salmon with mildly sweet orange bits took me by surprise, so I was half pleased, half startled while I was eating it. Not sure what Angel made out of it in the end either.
Unfortunately, the photo turned out a bit blurry, but the steak au poivre was superb. I love it when they actually cook the meat the way you ask for. In this case, it was bleu. Nom nom.
The name of this dish escapes me right now. It was some sort of duck-based stew. Needless to say, it was amazingly tasty. The sausage was made of duck too. Angel was happy. She has an excellent instinct when it comes to choosing food items from a menu -way better than mine, and I used to think my instincts were good.
We were quite full after the mains, but we decided we had to go for perhaps one of the biggest classics of French pastry: Crème brulée. It was crunchy, sweet and soft, but I still believe it is not the best one I have had so far. The ones I tried in Paris were slightly better, but strangely enough the best ones I have eaten have been in Chile, in an Italian food restaurant. I do not discard I may be biased in this matter and that my opinion is influenced by eating habits acquired in a country where this dish is not a frequent treat.
Dinner was excellent. We had lots of fun, got to laugh and took lots of photos.
I should not upload these entries before lunch. It can ultimately lead me to feel 'empty in my bank'. Will see how I feel about my frozen meal now.
