I had not been to sunday supper at lucques in quite a while and was generally very pleased with the meal, and of course, the price. As ever, I adore their patio - it makes for a perfect setting for a summer meal.
I started with a loquat pisco cocktail that was good - albeit a tad sweet for my taste. The cocktail was necessary though, as the wine we had needed time to breath and really didn't open up until well into the meal.
The salad course was delicious: watercress served with large chunks of persian cucumber and avocado, topped with green goddess dressing. I had one bit of unripe avocado on my plate, but other than that, I ate every bite.
We ordered each of the available entrees:
Grilled spearfish, topped with a fried egg and served with long-cooked romano beans in a tomato broth with diced chorizo.
Braised beef cheeks served over over green risotto. The beef was flavored with lemon and accompanied with ricotta salata.
I'd never had beef cheeks before, although I have had veal cheeks seemingly innumerable times. The beef was, well, beefier although the cheek meat has the same consistency no matter the age of the cow.
Somewhat surprisingly, the beef entree seemed lighter and more refined than the fish. The spearfish was steaky and the sauce unctuous due largely to the chorizo and less so, to the egg. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing, just a thing. It was damn good, but too rich for either of us to finish.
We ended the meal with coffee and desert. They served summer berries with shortbread cookies and ice cream that I feel relatively certain was made from creme fraiche because it had a light, tart flavor moreso than a creamy, heavy one. Other than the exceptionally, inedibly tart/sour, unripe currants - this dish was a hit. Why unripe currants would be lumped in with berries, I can't say.
Generally speaking the meal was delicious, the service was good although you could tell they were really, really busy and signifigant time elapsed between sightings of the waiter and bus-staff. Anyway, I can't get that uptight about a few rough edges at a meal termed "Sunday Supper" - it just doesn't feel right.
Bodie (the poster formerly known as c-bo)