The chef approached our table. Instinctively, I sat up straighter, excited, as if I’d been approached by a celebrity (and in my eyes I had). He smiled. I smiled.
“I’m Chef Majid Amoorpour.”
My grin widened as I recalled thinking this restaurant, his restaurant, Bistro La Bon specialized in French food. Not quite (thankfully), despite what the name suggests. I looked up at the chef, still starstruck, as he asked if we had any allergies. We did not. Then he asked if there was anything we generally did not enjoy eating. Immediately, the words “RAW MEAT” scrawled through my thoughts in giant blood red letters, but as I began to relay this tidbit to the chef, I hesitated. Something about him–his warm demeanor, or the way he stood so serenely with his hands gently clasped in front on him, or maybe it was just his easy smile–made me trust him. I wanted to eat anything he cooked. I wanted to go wherever he wanted to take me. I wanted to put the world in his hands.
So, I asked him to surprise us.
The chef nodded then headed back to the kitchen, and I settled into my chair. Jarrod raised his eyebrows and grinned. This would be more than a meal–this ten-course tasting would be the ultimate dining experience.
One by one, the dishes emerged from the kitchen, and we listened intently as our server, Matt, described each in enticing detail.
Course one: salmon tartare with lemon zest, sesame cracker, and fresh dill. My heart sank as soon as I laid eyes on the dish. Though I’d never tried it, I was fully aware “tartare” meant R-A-W. It’s an adjective I’ve purposely avoided on every menu I’ve been presented, with zero pause for consideration. But here, the start of ten courses at Bistro La Bon, I felt venturesome. Jarrod and I lifted the crackers gingerly to our mouths then slammed them down in single swift swallows.
It took me a minute to sift through my thoughts, quit focusing on the word “RAW!”, and think about the taste. Honestly, it wasn’t bad. Surprisingly light and bright, actually, with a lovely lemon flavor. I can’t say I’d ever order tartare on my own, but wasn’t that the point of this tasting? To try new and interesting things? To go wherever the chef wanted to take us?
Course two: fresh buffalo mozzarella with local heirloom tomatoes, sea salt, and cracked black pepper with a balsamic reduction.
This beautiful dish was one of my favorites of the night. I’m a sucker for caprese. Actually, I’m a sucker for cheese, period, and this mozzarella was soft and supple like a freshly poached egg.