What a charming restaurant. We ate in its potagér, surrounded by nothing yet in bloom for a kitchen garden but beautiful and scented anyway, with Siberian forget-me-not and lilac and I think a Penstemon strictus (it looked just like mine) that I groomed. Two of us had a nettle and spinach soup (primarily spinach, which was good) and then yellowtail tuna with hazelnuts and Jerusalem artichoke and also fennel, which was quite daring of me, and RDC had the special, a Hawai'ian fish whose name escapes me, with plenty of morrels.
I stole a morrel from RDC's plate. "You have no morals," our acquaintance observed. (I could call him either Vancouver, where he's from, or Toronto, where he met KMJ who recommended us to him when he moved here, or Wynkoop, where we first met. None of those works. How subtly to ask someone's middle name?)
For dessert RDC had crème brulée and I had a slice of flourless chocolate cake--quite predictable choices for each of us. Our third had a rhubard something with basil ice cream. I've seen basil ice cream around but never ventured so far until now, when I asked for a spoonful. The basil just explodes on your tongue, it's amazing, but I didn't like the aftertaste.