Happy Thursday people! :) Doin' alright? Can't wait 'till the weekend so I can kick up my feet with wine & snacks and watch the latest iTunes Festival performances!
Today I'll let you in on one personal fact about myself. Actually, I guess it's more of a logical, "if-then" conditional statement.
If there is a food item small enough to get stuck between teeth, then it will be stuck in mine at the end of the meal.
You think I'm joking and using hyperbole, but share a few meals with me and you'll see (literally). Black pepper, cilantro, chocolate muffin bits, and blueberries from açai bowls all cling on. They say nothing in life is certain, but someone should do some experiment on food getting stuck in my teeth per meals that I've eaten, because the odds would alarm statisticians.
So during my birthday brunch at Petrossian, I made sure to wash everything down with lots of champagne :) (But after that week, Jon and I took a break from champagne lol.)
'Cause when someone's not looking in your eyes, but instead down at your teeth... and then they mumble "Um, you have caviar stuck in your teeth," while pointing to the area of the mouth that you should clean, you want to die.
Oh, you're more interested in hearing about Petrossian than my teeth's adhesive properties? Weird. Well, alright...
I woke up on my birthday morning in West Hollywood, and we headed out for brunch. The best thing about lovers is how they always know you so well, and Jon knows that I love brunch! I much prefer birthday brunches to birthday dinners, and what better birthday brunch than one of champagne and caviar at Petrossian?
We're advocates of occasional excess (esp on birthday mornings) so we got not one, but two caviars to compare: Transmontanus (the perfect mid-range) and Shassetra (slightly higher quality.)
Petrossian is pretty hardcore about their caviar service. I've tried caviar maybe 5x now, but I didn't recognize some of the things on our table! With a bit of bashfulness, I asked our waiter what the gold-Egyptian-spatula-thing was for. Clean geeks will love this -- it's for spooning what little bit of caviar is your share from the tin onto your own plate. Then you serve yourself from your plate only, with your mother of pearl spoon. Well, Jon and I have been together for 3 years and once unknowingly used the same toothbrush for 3 days straight LOL, so we didn't bother with that formality. We just dug in with the MOP spoons :)
With all the champagne, the dainty gold and pearl spoons, all the etiquette... it's nice not to take everything so seriously. Our waiter was awesome. He discussed each variety of caviar on the menu, and gave us his recommendations with the same gravity you'd use for regular food that wasn't hundreds of $$ per ounce -- that is to say, he used none.
Nonetheless, with their gold Egyptian spatulas, the beautiful interior of the restaurant, the kind and smart waiter... Petrossian just made me want to be the best caviar eater I could be. During the meal the waiter stopped by and I wondered aloud, "Am I doing this right?" He responded with the most refined answer: "There is no wrong way to eat caviar. Just enjoy."
FYI, Petrossian sometimes hosts nights of caviar "classes." For example, their Caviar 101 is held on the first Thursday and Friday of every month. For $35, you sample various caviars and drink champagne or vodka. (201 and 301 classes offer more!) I think this is such a cute and different date night idea for couples, I hope Jon and I can sign up for one soon!
The surprise birthday dessert was sooo cute. The little spherical jar held espresso caviar (which turned out to be mini boba in espresso syrup!). Poured on top of delicious panna cotta... It was sooooo good, I was almost mad about it. "WHY IS THIS SO GOOD??? WHY???"
Blog post conclusion: Go eat caviar. Preferably at Petrossian, because they're really good at caviar-ing. Remember to check your teeth afterwards.