Thankfully woke up bright and early to the crisp, clear, and blessedly cool post-thunderstorm morning in STL, and ran 4.5 miles to work off yesterday's gluttony. Only to start it all over again at Lafayette Fire Company for the recently reviewed slinger (on some guy's fun blog devoted to this wonderful dish). It was relatively small, the eggs were scrambled (not offered any other way), but served with an english muffin - nice touch - and $3 mimosas. (The next day at Eat Rite I tried to order my slinger with a mimosa and they threatened to run me out of town.) Lots of jalapenos helped make this dish pretty tasty. Then, keeping on the STL theme, we went to Park Ave. Coffee and ordered 2 slices of gooey butter cake - one traditional and one carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Thankfully the coffee prevented us from slipping into a food coma, and a walk around beautiful Lafayette Park helped keep us going. This was followed by some fun strolling around South Grand (including the awesome 60's furniture shop). Lunch consisted of a bottle of water!
After multiple cocktails at Clementine's and Bastille (again, too much smoke, but what a friendly bunch), we made our way to Salt. Gorgeous place - both architecturally and the lighting and interior design. We started with some very artful cocktails (which took our blood-alcohol balance to the danger zone) - me with the Sheboygan Sunrise, and him with the 1862 Manhattan. We followed that with the burrata, served with heirloom cherry tomatoes. Nice, simple, good. Then we had the chicken liver pate, which was bizarre. It was served in a small ramekin, and was almost liquid. You could barely scoop it up with a knife to put it on the toast points. Honestly, the flavor was good, but this was just all kinds of wrong. However, the pickled veggies served along side were out of this world! The main course was the duck fat fried chicken, and still proud of myself for the morning run, decided to sub the mashed potatoes with the duck fat fries. (I felt, and probably looked, like Paula Deen.) The chicken - 2 boneless thighs - was excellent, as were the blistered beans and the fries. Nice crispy outside, moist, dark meat inside - very successful dish. Should have stopped there, but ordered the Apple Crisp. Dish was hot, but the inside was so cold and raw and flavorless that it was inedible, and the waiter graciously took it off the check.
Sunday morning, made it to Eat Rite for another slinger (after Yoga, which is how most Eat Rite patrons start their day). What a scene in that place - wow! Of course I had to have another slinger, and this one struck me more as the real thing - eggs over easy, sausage, good home fries, cheese, onions, smothered in chili, served with cheapo white toast to sop it up. Yum!
Lunch was chicken salad on a croissant from Straub's grocery in the CWE, enjoyed with good company in a gorgeous spot in Forest Park. Topped off with some luscious deserts from their excellent bakery, followed by a dash to Lambert Field and a quick exit from what is truly one of America's great cities, for food, people and general fun! Will be back again soon!