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December 18, 2008
Wheeling and Dealing at the Blackfish Cafe
So we had our office holiday party last night at a restaurant where I frequently eat lunch but I rarely eat dinner. I looked at the dinner menu and found that I really couldn't figure out a healthy, low calorie option. But on the lunch menu, there is this salad that is one of my very favorite salads anywhere. It has arugula, cucumbers, beets, red and green and sometimes yellow peppers, little tiny onions (what are the little white round ones called? vidalias? -- no, pearl onions. Thank you Suzanne!) peas, romaine, tomatoes, radishes, and probably something that I'm forgetting but you get the idea: it's a huge, fabulous selection of veggies. How cool is it to serve radishes on a salad? You can get it with grilled chicken, steak or salmon and I usually get it with grilled chicken. This restaurant is also known for serving excellent vegetable purees (it's where I got the idea for the root vegetable puree soup) and they usually don't have any cream in them, though they are pureed so finely that they seem creamy. So I figured I'd call ahead and ask if it would be too much trouble to make me the lunch salad for dinner, and I'd have that with the soup of the day.
"We'll have to charge you a bit more for it," said the fellow I spoke with on the phone,"Just to keep the prices of the entrees even."
"No problem at all, that's perfectly reasonable," I said.
"It's like this: you make it work for us, we'll make it work for you."
Now that's a nice attitude, I thought. But it seemed kinda funny, especially the tone in which he said it. Like we were doing some sort of political deal, not arranging a salad.
Now about my Senate seat...
Posted by april at December 18, 2008 6:20 AM
Comments
Pearl onions!
Posted by: Suzanne at December 18, 2008 7:28 AM
I love pearl onions. I used to eat them pickled when I was a child. Yummmm.
Posted by: Marti at December 18, 2008 10:16 AM
Should you run for a Senate seat, you already have a catchy slogan: "The edible is political."
Posted by: Robin at December 18, 2008 11:02 AM
Lucky you! Our three bosses gave us a plastic, tissue and bag-wrapped cookie each, a handshake, and a forwarded e-mail saying, in essence, "don't pity yourself."
Posted by: Ashley at December 18, 2008 8:19 PM