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| - I feel at this point that review number 288 for Eleven is the reviewing equivalent of throwing a hot dog down a hallway, but I might as well throw my hot dog, er, hat into the ring.
Located at the lower end of The Strip, my girlfriend and I had Eleven in our sights for a late bite to eat after seeing the Andy Warhol museum across the river. I was impressed to see the valet service out front, and it is probably my first visit to a pure restaurant that had that, mind you we walked here. The interior was gorgeous, with wooden beams running across the high ceiling, and a mix of cozy rounded booths and tables in the main restaurant area. A huge display of wine bottle towered above the entrance and iron work decorated the walls. I was surprised to see TVs over in the lounge area of a place this high end, but I think it just speaks to the sports madness of Pittsburgh.
As it was my girlfriend's appetite that primarily brought us here (I was still fairly full after some pre-museum street food), I just chose to get a couple appetizers instead of a main, going with the beet salad with duck ham to start and then a pork terrine plate.
The salad came very quickly. The duck "ham" was delicious; the mild flavoured duck paired well with the maple cure that it received and which also gave it a ham-esque taste as well. The cornbread croutons added just a hint of corn flavour and sweetness, as well as a nice crunch to the dish. The smooth Humboldt Fog cheese complemented all of the other ingredients with its richness and a hint of sweetness, while the molasses vinaigrette tied it all together with just a bit of tartness to cut through all of the other rich flavours and balanced it out.
The pork terrine was like a personal-sized charcuterie plate, with a few slices of the terrine, pickles, baguette slices and pickled eggs. The pickled eggs were cooked perfectly, with no overcooked green-grey areas around the yolk, and a pleasing tartness to them. The bread and butter pickles were a good choice as I feel like dills would have made the plate as a whole too lip puckering. The terrine itself was delicious, similar to a mortadella, but much, much better; its smoother, less compacted texture and little bits of veggies mixed in were winners.
Service was attentive and friendly over the course of the meal.
If I'm ever back in Pittsburgh, I'd love to come back, although this time I might pull up to the place in style.
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