
A while ago, we wrote about how Poker Chick would make a crappy judge on Iron Chef. Well, tonight's as close as it gets. She's taking the husband to dinner at Morimoto's NYC restaurant.
Let's see if this guy can really cook or what. More tomorrow.
"What's this?"
"This is a local delicacy where I come from. Polenta cakes on arugula, topped with pureed cow brains."
"Um, right. Where's the butter?"
"The butter is in the flavor. You have to taste it, you can't see it."
"I see. What else you got, big guy?"
"Voila, anchovies and tomato paste with mango salsa. That's a whole boiled baby quail right next to it."
"Eew!"
(Eyes stare disapprovingly on Poker Chick now)
"Where's dessert? Don't you have to make a dessert too?"
"I am sorry, there is no dessert"
"There's five courses. But there has to be dessert!!"
"I'm afraid there is not. But please, taste this butter-fried cod with lamb tongue. It's divine."
"Five courses and no dessert? But you peeps always make dessert!"
(Blank stares. Apparently, they don't always make dessert.)
"What's this?"
"First of all, I believe the word you are meaning is 'people'. Now that is a baked cheese flan with frisse greens and tomato coulis. It is in a cup made from the wax paper surrounding the butter."
"That's so friggin' cool! "
(picks up fork, clearly entertained)
"Now it was tough to pull off in an hour, but on top of what you are eating is special eel sauce. It really pulls the flavor of the butter out."
(tastes, gags, spits out)
"Phhhhttt! That's gross, right there."
"Well, I am certain you'll like my final dish. It's a butter BLT".
"Oh, that's bacon. I don't eat bacon."
Chef leaves, dejected. Challenger shows up.
"I don't suppose you made dessert either, did you?"
(chef beams)
"But I did. Butter-soaked bananas with valrhona chocolate."
"Can't eat bananas. They're icky."