OK, got off a delayed flight from Chicago on Friday night, and OH asked if there was a chow place we could 'discover' before heading back to the North Shore. For no obvious reason I headed into Davis Square, having a genetic memory there were a few chow worthy places. In fact, it is the opposite direction from the airport to home. Trolled the blocks, and kapow, remembered Gargoyles.
Hostess was reluctant to sit two people at a window table for three, stating she had to get permission. I question the wisdom of having a hostess that doesn't have authority to 'arrange the room'. But hey, we got the table, so no complaints.
Our waiter Craig came over within a few minutes, to get us set and recite specials. He also recommended a wine I would not have normally ordered... Guenoc Petit Syrah, versus the ndrew Murray Syrah - and he was right!
Shared the starter of cured salmon wit lentils and roasted beets. The curing was perfect, and together with the texture of the lentils was killer, with a great top note of the roasted beets. Color, texture, taste, and that was only the starter...
Had the duck, which was served as I asked. What a dish!Perfect cut, (not too fatty), served over a thin confit, on a thin toast. Delicate soft texture, and wham... crunchy rhubarb on the plate. OH had the mushroom tart thing which she said was to die for, yet I didn't try... doesn't seem like a 'real' entree to me.
Desert: shared the fondant with chai ice cream. Fondant was warm and soft and fuzzy, the chai ice cream was a bow to eclecticism (?) because a warm vanilla sauce would have been the better choice.
Had coffee at Diesel: I hate when steamed milk is served light and airy... it should have weight to it. And the corner wine shop had 1999 Keenan cab on the shelf... good find. And the wine guy had a two foot long wisp of a goatee that I was for some reason mesmerized with (sorry if I stared).
Gargoyles: Can't wait to return, and return again. Davis Square... what good energy.