Oh yum. So yummy. Scene: Monday night happy hour at the bar with my friend Steve, who recently celebrated a birthday.
I had the salmon burger--it was cooked just right (medium rare) and came with asparagus and red tomato slices, and had a spiced mayo-esque sauce on it. A helping of what seemed to be homemade potato chips rode shotgun--tasty when dipped in the tangy tamarind sauce that came with Steve's fried calamari. He also ordered the (New England) clam chowder. I asked for a slurp and Steve obliged. After slurping, I silently resolved to get a bowl the next time I'm at this establishment--it was perfect. Not too thick. My father would have flipped his wig. And he preferred Manhattan clam chowder.
We shared a mocha cake for dessert that came with dollop of berry sorbet and a good-sized shaving of chocolate on top.
Curtis, the gracious bartender, not only offered a recommendation on desserts for the occasion, but also brought us out a dish of three or four chocolate-covered strawberries after I mentioned it was Steve's birthday. I'll say it again: Curtis--you are a gentleman and a scholar.