Last night was the first time that I ever ate at House of Tricks. Well, one time I had a piece of a leftover while I was drunk out of my gourd, but that just wasn't the same as actually being there and experiencing the beautiful ambience, having the plate brought to you and getting to pet the fat kitty that lives on the premises.
Right now they're got restaurant week going on and for $30 bucks you can get a gnarly three course meal. I got: Coconut curry shrimp, Asian meatballs served over a bed of goat cheese and a dulce de leche cheesecake brownie for dessert with a cup of decaf coffee.
Unfuckingbelievable.
Sometimes when you eat food that is that good, something that soars into that level of greatness, it makes every dish you made that you were oh, so proud of look like a piece of shit. Did you ever bust your ass and cook something that took all day? Did you ever make your own turkey stock for gumbo you made and the whole affair took all Sunday and you never even went outside? I'm sorry, but you're going to be a little depressed after you eat here because it was incredible to an absurd degree.
Dude. Amazing.