Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Napas, Cinti; Tayst, Nashville

Tayst, Nashville
Tuesday 26 February

Barbara packed her banjo and hit the road to Nashville to become a yodeling star, but was asked to lecture on the semiotics of urban spaces in Ephesus instead. So, Holt had to batch it, with a simple meal of napa sausages, peppers, onions, and too much wine.

In the meantime, Barbara was being taken out to dinner at Tayst restaurant, in Nashville. Despite the facetious name, this is a place where both food and service are treated seriously. The party was welcomed, catered to, advised, and cosseted throughout the evening. Barbara enjoyed the Pork Belly appetizer, a thick, succulent slice served with nut-encrusted goat cheese and caramelized pineapple; and then the Pumpkin Pie Duck, several tender rare slices of breast served with greens and pumpkin (or was it butternut squash?) fries, and topped with foam.
In honor of her return from New Zealand, we had a Tohu Marlborough Pinot Noir; and a glass of Essencia (in honor of nothing in particular) for dessert.

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