February 28th, 2012

Sarah Goes To Bourbon Steak.

On a Saturday night this restaurant rocks like a club.  The hip beltway elite gather to eat, drink, and be merry.  Lunch on a Monday afternoon is much more subdued affair.  There are some mid day wines to be found on a wine list made to match the power of a Wagyu T-bone.  Having enjoyed Salvard's rose last spring and summer I chose the 2010 Cheverny.  With a crisp, green wine chilling in the corner I ordered the lobster roll and prayed the kitchen wouldn't fancify it too much.  The best (and only) lobster roll I have had was in Boston at Neptune Oyster.  This is the standard I was working from.  The roll came to the table unadulterated: toasted white doughy bun, equally pale mayo, julienne slices of celery and radish as garnish.  The lobster gave the sandwich a nice meaty chew and briny twang.  A perfectly dressed salad of Bibb lettuce, bacon 'bits' and garlic croutons bisected the plate. 

Ugh.  The desserts looked so good on paper.  They came monochromatic, clumsy, and overly sweet.  It's tough to bring pizzazz to the presentation in the winter when the focus is on seasonal, local products.  My choice, the Macallan 18 pot de creme  with pain d'epice, pepitas, and butterscotch caramel, was silky smooth.  However, there was no depth to the spice flavors.  I was expecting Scotch in custard caramel form.  I know its critical but I like my desserts to have the same level of complexity as the rest of my meal.  I would expect the same from a dessert wine or a cheese plate.