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Life is full of choices. Choices have consequences.
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Life is full of choices. Choices have consequences. We had once before had coffee and talked. She was in her early twenties. She was beautiful and had a nice body. This time it was dinner. She met me at the restaurant having come straight from work. I had chosen a corner table, actually a booth. But it was not a booth in the classic sense. There was one bench seat curved in the middle, like an expanded V. So we both sat on the same side of the table facing the large dining room, but tucked away in the corner. It was more romantic that way, or so I thought. We talked some and took our time before placing an order for dinner. We both started with the Caesar salad. Our server rolled a cart to our table and began to prepare the Caesar dressing in a wooden salad bowl. Pouring in some olive oil, he added Worcestershire sauce, dried mustard, white pepper, anchovy filets, garlic, oregano leaves, salt and stirred before cracking two eggs adding the raw yolks, a few other ingredients and then a generous amount of olive oil. He added the lettuce, parmesan cheese, and croutons and tossed. He scooped the salad onto the plates, adding fresh parmesan cheese and serving each of us. The preparation at the table was entertaining. I had ordered a bottle of 2003 Beranger Private Reserve Cabernet. I remember having cellared a case of the Beranger Private Reserve a few years back when it was named Wine Spectator’s wine of the year. We talked about wine and life bouncing from subject to subject, nothing in particular. We were just getting to know each other. My friend had said she had not found a red wine she liked, but when she tasted the Beranger, she almost purred; she liked it. Not an uncommon experience. Bad wine is bad wine. This was excellent, and yes the price reflected it. I invited the sommelier to taste the Beranger since she said she had not ever tasted this one. She brought over a glass and poured herself a small amount and sniffed several times before taking the taste and rolling the wine around her mouth, tasting on all the taste buds. She described what it tasted like and I agreed. Very much a Beranger made wine. We ordered filet mignon steaks, hers well done, mine blue rare and a side of the mashed potatoes. The potatoes were my friend’s choice, not mine. But then we were there to celebrate her, not me. Both steaks came with a mushroom on top and the server added au jus. My friend said she usually did not like mushrooms, but this one was good. We ate and drank the Beranger. We talked about life and life experiences. As usual I had a lot of unusual stories of my world experiences and I shared some. The wine was a great compliment to the beef. They cleared the table and brought a bowl of fruit and nuts along with Roquefort cheese and the little toasts. I showed my friend about adding butter to the cheese and spreading it on the toast. Her eyes sparkled with the new experience. It was time for desert and it was to be Bananas Foster. Again the cart was rolled to our table, this time with a burner. Into the pan went heaping spoonfuls of brown sugar that would be caramelized along with brandy which was lit and flamed high at the table. Bananas were added to the now caramelized and brandy flavored sauce, and then the bananas were lifted to two plates, on which ice cream was added and the sauce poured liberally over all. The dinner was hours long and wonderful. At the end I suggested we get a room and play, a real desert. But my friend turned me down. So it goes. Not all my times end with a marvelous play time. We kissed and went our separate ways. It was not as long a night as I had hoped for, but it was an excellent meal and very nice time of getting to know one another. She wrote on her Facebook page this: “I went to an AMAZING dinner at El Gaucho in Seattle. It was nothing that I have ever experienced before, I felt like the whole experience was out of a movie. All I have to say is that something like that could make reality settle in.” I never saw her again. I never called. I never sent a text. She did contact me after a few weeks. But I did not respond. For me it was a wonderful dinner experience and entertaining to get to know her. Life is full of choices and those choices have consequences. She made her choice. I made mine. |
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