Left Bank - dinner on June 4, 2015
My almost-monthly dinner club had this month’s dinner at
Left Bank. I don’t go to Left Bank very often as my tastes are probably a bit
too simple to fully appreciate what they have for the prices they charge. My
non-dessert palate is just not that refined. Case in point, last time I went, I
had steak frites. Which is basically steak and French fries. Yup, that’s me.
The fancier dishes are lost on me.
Nowadays though, since I end up getting tri tip steak on
my salads at work more often than not, when I go out to eat, I’m trying to stay
away from more meat. So I went with lobster pasta. I had all the best
intentions of only eating a half portion since I’m pseudo-dieting. I was good
and didn’t have a single piece of bread from the ubiquitous bread basket (do
you know how hard it was to resist? Cue world’s tiniest violin.) But the pasta
was so delicious that when I was at the halfway mark and my diet consciousness
was telling me to call for a doggie bag and take the rest home to eat another
day, I laughed in scorn at it and kept eating. Ha.
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| Lobster Pasta |
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| Mussels |
I wasn’t supposed to get dessert either but let’s not kid
ourselves. I did. Actually, the five of us split 2 orders of profiteroles. Each
order came with 3 profiteroles so we each had one and the 6
th was
for splitting amongst ourselves. I did not partake of the 6
th one as
you might expect. Not out of any self control or mindful dietary constraint,
mind you. More like it was because the profiterole wasn’t very good. The ice
cream was delicious but the choux pastry of the profiterole shell was dry and
not flaky or light at all. It also didn’t taste as fresh as it could have been.
I’m not a big fan of profiteroles in the first place but I’ve had some good
ones and unfortunately, this wasn’t it. Saving grace: the ice cream. Side
benefit: I wasn’t tempted to break my diet further by having a second
profiterole.
My almost-monthly dinner club had this month’s dinner at
Left Bank. I don’t go to Left Bank very often as my tastes are probably a bit
too simple to fully appreciate what they have for the prices they charge. My
non-dessert palate is just not that refined. Case in point, last time I went, I
had steak frites. Which is basically steak and French fries. Yup, that’s me.
The fancier dishes are lost on me.
Nowadays though, since I end up getting tri tip steak on
my salads at work more often than not, when I go out to eat, I’m trying to stay
away from more meat. So I went with lobster pasta. I had all the best
intentions of only eating a half portion since I’m pseudo-dieting. I was good
and didn’t have a single piece of bread from the ubiquitous bread basket (do
you know how hard it was to resist? Cue world’s tiniest violin.) But the pasta
was so delicious that when I was at the halfway mark and my diet consciousness
was telling me to call for a doggie bag and take the rest home to eat another
day, I laughed in scorn at it and kept eating. Ha.
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