It seems to have been a very long time since I ate at Prune. I used to trot over there from the office for lunch quite often, but when the menu stayed the same for over a year I gave up. Which was very good for my wallet. It's not expensive, per se [which IS very expensive}, but accumulated lunches out make themselves felt.
My mom and Vince joined me in the middle of my day and since Prune is a skip from work it was the natural choice; next time we'll go to Inoteca.
Some stone crab claws arrived as a present and were delicious. Cold, dipped in hot butter and tabasco.
To start I had what was billed as James Beard's onion sandwich with chicken livers. Presented as a crusts-off, triangular wonderbreadwich, with mayonnaise inside and the long side dipped into chopped parsley. The livers were off on one end on the long plate, dipped into a tempura-like batter and fried, still pink inside. A revelation. Yum, yum, yum.
More crab claws as our main course and Vince had the peerless burger on an English muffin with super-crisp yet soft-inside French fries.
I suppose the lesson is that anything becomes boring after a while. A particular thing, good every day, is no longer good on the umpteenth day. Being unspoiled and ready for more involves abstinence, if you haven't the means, or a holding back, if you do. How can the rich be happy unless they are very, very disciplined? How accessible boredom must be.
I don't think of myself as a dessert person But when the waitress said brandied cherries I was hooked. And then she said battered and deep fried. Weird. I had to have them. Came on a little pile of sugar and shaved chocolate. Piping hot.