I know that Sunday night is usually a recap of the entire weekend’s worth of food, but other than Friday night the eats were just not all that interesting. But Friday night was GREAT- so let’s just stick with that, shall we?
We headed to Fearing’s at the Ritz for our 2nd Restaurant Week meal. Never having been to Fearing’s or the Ritz, we mistakenly wandered into the bar first. It was loud, crowded, and to be honest, kind of obnoxious. Very Dallas-y and I got elbowed in the chest at least three times (OW). Luckily we eventually found the hostess and were ushered into a lovely, much more serene dining room. The atmosphere was pretty much a complete 180 from the bar. I sat in a banquette against the wall and Brian sat across from me in what might have been the tallest armchair ever. Seriously, it was like something out of Alice in Wonderland… I should have snapped a photo.
The room in which we were seated probably held about 10 tables, and there were at least 5 servers/staff in the room at all times. The service was AMAZING. Brian started with the Caesar Salad and I ordered Dean’s Tortilla Soup:
Dean made this soup famous when he worked as chef at the Mansion on Turtle Creek, and they used to sell it at Central Market (and maybe still do) for like $15/jar. I have to admit, it was pretty fantastic- and I’m not even a huge tortilla soup fan. The chicken chunks were obviously smoked, and the broth had a nice tang. The bread basket contained tiny jalapeno-cornbread muffins which I very gauchely used to sop up every last drop.
The amuse bouche was a corn vichyssoise, served chilled in tiny shot glasses. I could have put down a bowl of this stuff.
For the entree: “Mopped” Chicken Breast with Anson Mills Polenta, Deviled Egg and Spinach Salad with Warm Bacon/Blue Cheese Dressing.
I’d heard that the servings at Fearing’s ran a little small, but this was perfect. My favorite part was the salad- the bacon and blue cheese dressing was fabulous, as were the pickled onions. The polenta was peppered with jalapeno chunks which gave it some definite heat. Though the chicken had kind of an odd texture (not bad- just different), the sauce more than made up for it. I came to find out that it consisted of cider and LOTS of ginger.
While we were eating, Dean Fearing came into the room no less than three times and made a point to visit with EVERY SINGLE TABLE. He was incredibly personable. I made a big dork out of myself firing off a bunch of questions about the food (What’s in the sauce? How do you cook the chicken? Do you pickle the onions in house? Will you hire me?), but he answered them all graciously and made sure that everything was to our liking. I must have made him nervous with the chicken questions because he even offered to make me something different if I didn’t like what I ordered… and at this point I’d polished off about 3/4 of the plate. How nice is that??
A cute young couple was seated directly next to us, and right before dessert the girl leaned over and asked if my name was Heather. It turns out that she’s a blog reader!! So if you’re reading this: Hi, Denise! She’s also enrolled in the culinary program at El Centro. I got super excited when I found out and probably freaked her out with a million questions (See a pattern here? I do this when I get excited…).
Both desserts on the menu sounded delicious, but luckily they make it easy on you and give each diner a taste of both: Chocolate Mousse and Vanilla Poundcake with Strawberry Compote.
How cute is that little poundcake? My only complaint was that there wasn’t more of the strawberry sauce; it was fantastic. Of course I inhaled the chocolate mousse in about 2 seconds, and then proceded to scrape off the chocolate garnish on the plate as well. Poor Brian.
So there you have it! Restaurant Week was a success in our book. Can’t wait ’til next year!
This afternoon we attended the 1st birthday party of my cousin’s daughter, Ellie. Is there anything cuter than a baby eating cake??
I think not.
Hope everyone had a fabulous weekend! Check back tomorrow afternoon for the Chobani review and GIVEAWAY. I know you crazy kids love Greek yogurt!
Are there any commercials that crack you up?
I ask this because there’s been a Gas-X commercial on lately that is SO STUPID, yet I can’t help but have a giggle fit every time it comes on. You know the one: “Your son, Rip, is on line toot.” Brian looks at me like I’m an idiot.