There were two set menus, one a bit less expensive and exotic and another just this side of pricey and very interesting. And by interesting I really mean bizarre. I love the bizarre, I love trying new things, I embrace food of all varieties and will try anything. As you recall I bravely ate my first escargot only recently.
The frog legs, yea, no problem. We ate those when I was a kid in East Texas. Crayfish, sure. Ditto the Texas thing. Even the tete du veau that Mon Mari ordered in a rush of French inspiration is only a step away from barbacoa except it's baby cow cheeks and not full grown mama's. Oh, and the tongue This dish included the tongue.
But the most bizarre thing, hands down was the little stew pot of crete du coq that Msr Avion chose. Apparently it's a specialty of this particular restaurant and not to be missed. Do you know what a crete du coq is? Well. A crete is a comb....getting a better idea? Everyone around the table was gesturing with their hand on top of their heads, wobbling it back and forth in explanation. A cock's comb. The reason those pretty red and pink flowers are called coxacomb. The red thing that handsomely flops on top of Foghorn Leghorn's head. There were about eight of these served fricassee with crayfish and vegetables. Except they weren't red anymore. They were pinkish beige. Mmmmm.
What do you think? Can I tempt you with some cock's comb?
|Fric, I say, Fricassee|