About a good hour and half in of working on my Le Bernardin post (yes that was the glorious dinner I was rushing off to in Wednesday's post!), my Photoshop did the unthinkable and crashed, leaving me with my horridly orange/reddish unedited pictures from this meal. I cursed, took a deep breath, closed my laptop, ate some Thai food while watching CSI, and finally mustered up the patience to start at it again.
Oh, auto white balance, you failed me so so so badly here. After seriously editing the SHIT out of these pictures until they were passable, they are still inconsistent from one another and just meh. I really only wanted to show these for the food and wine, not for great photos. And how fast of a computer do I need for it to not take a full minute to merge two layers on a RAW image! Dear god!
I clearly need to get out more on Friday nights.
An abbreviated version of our tasting menu: thinly pounded yellowfin tuna with foie gras and toasted baguette, charred octopus with fermented black bean, warm lobster carpaccio with hearts of palm, seared yellowtail king fish with truffle risotto, crispy black bass with hoisin-plum jus, parsnip creme brulee, and maralumi milk chocolate parfait. (Still a mouthful!) And I know now we could have asked for "The Egg."
Finally, here is our meal in all its splendor.
Quite stellar in all respects. Perhaps the food and wine pairing encouraged so much thought though that my dining companion paid more attention to these fine details than to me. I suppose I could see it as a fair trade for my having to shoot the food before he gets to dig in? :P
A lovely chamomile with lavender ended the night on a calm note.
The next day, my palate was ruined and nothing tasted right. I walked around aimlessly during lunch, starving but unable to think of anything that could possibly transition me from the night. Needless to say, I got over that quickly. It's a good thing our palates are so resilient.