For those reading along, do you really think the Raspberry Queen was going to make a meal out of fried balls of brazilian bits? Or even their good pizza? No, Pepe's was not for her.
Luckily, luck was with us twice yesterday, and we found ourselves driving past Trotters to Go. It is some place I have been meaning to try, but never quite made it. I mean it's not exactly around the corner from me. What the hell took me so long!!
The other day, I had a vigorous, dark-beer fueled debate with Gary Wiv over Charlie Trotters (the fact that he's been and I have not, had no bearing on the discourse). My visit to Trotter's to Go has greatly altered my impression of everything Trotter.
Before yesterday, I was too inclined to toss away Trotter as too foo-foo, too interested in weird combinations and too willing to think he was not interested in satisfaction. After just inhaling all of Trotters to Go for, gosh, about an hour, I am convinced that Trotter IS really about pure food enjoyment.
There is no way, in the time allotted to this review, that I can do the place justice. Let's just say it was a feast for all the senses. Everything looked better, smelled better and tasted better than any thing I could imagine. I mean, it really seemed like I was at the resturant. This was food porn, ogling the perfectly cooked beef tenderloin, the glossy potato pave. Who would not want to try the stone grits with wild mushrooms and truffle oil or the glisening day boat lobster tails. Hell, a peach, that Hannah instinctivly knew would be great, was greater than great, but we savored it only to learn that it was not even the best peaches they've had. One of the chefs told us that last week they had some organic Indiana peaches that were even better.
Trotters to go is filled with all sorts of packaged goods further demonstrating Trotter's committment to pure gourmet paradise. It was either that, or his relationships with all the other famous chefs. Still, their jellies, butters, mustards, pastas and prepared sauces all seemed a step above.
I only found one other mention of Trotter's to Go on chowhound. The reviewer had mixed feelings about the products but highly recommends the desserts even though they are hugely expensive.
Trotter's to Go should be the kind of place that chowhounds go to shoot the shit, our clubhouse so to speak. In the meantime, I'd like to hear more comments on the place.