Monday, October 19, 2009


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.

Unapologetic fare.

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.
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