Hi citizens. I haven’t talked to you for a while. Last time we spoke, I was spouting fatalistic pronouncements about happiness and stuff. Since then, I have suffered, almost died, and gotten a flu shot.
I’m healthy now, in my soul, thanks for caring. I still find reasons to cry but so joyfully now. I don’t walk, I skip. When I hear the crunch of Styrofoam underfoot, I think, “It’s just an urban pinecone.” I have so many new, highly effective habits. I am the Gilbert Blythe of Bingeworthy.
Excited to keep reading? Yayeah!
F Yeah Little Fork
I was the first to arrive, so naturally, I hung my purse on the nearest bar hook and ordered the closest thing to a Manhattan. Please stare at it for a moment.
The Maestro – wheated bourbon, averna, cinnamon, clove, angostura
Sweet, sweet averna. I ordered another during our meal, which I didn’t finish. Great show of restraint, I think.
I Totally Remember This Part
The meal began with pickled fennel and radishes served in mason jars. The fennel was sweet and crunchy. I loved it. Fried pigskin in the shape of ears followed. Good, but less crunchy than the fennel. Honestly, I was wanting Baken-etts? My friends ordered oysters and fancy poutine. Not crunchy at all.
In Which I Try To Remember What Else I Ate
Oh! Mike ordered a fucking fantastic ham thing with an apple thing on the side. And there were other delicious items. Some Brussels sprouts and/or cauliflower tasted great. There was maybe a short rib situation. I took a picture of a giant white glob and another picture of a blurry shadow. Then, I went to the bathroom and took a picture of myself. Then the meal was over and I went to my dark place.
My brain.
The outside of my brain.
In Conclusion
Little Fork is the greatest! Go there! Read Cory’s review, then go to Little Fork, please!
PS – I’ll be more on my game next week. Shut up. Also, if you were with me at Little Fork, kindly leave a comment and tell me what I ate?
The white blob was my favorite – POTATO PURÉE with cheese curds and garlic. I wanted all of it in my face. You also definitely ordered brisket.
I think between the six of us we ordered almost everything. Just close your eyes and point to a random place on the menu. Yep, we ordered that.
You ordered the Steak Tartare. I know this because it was initially delivered to my side of CENTCOM. It came with this delightful bacon hollandaise that I forgot to pass around. It sat in front of me the entire meal. We ordered almost everything though.
I, myself, became acquainted with the Clams Casino, embedded in a warm iron skillet, resting atop individual beds of hot rock and stone. But I found true love in the Oysters, chilled in a mostly frozen eye-level pillar of icy sea.
My only complaint: no Lazy Susan on The Camelot Table.