Do not tell anyone, but I honestly thought today was Monday. I can not even blame the holidays for my unawareness because it is already the 8th.
That sounds really weird to me, New Years was only a day ago. Agree?
I am spending my time tidying up loose ends (there. are. so. many) and enjoying the sun before school . Yes, I said sun. Weather reports across the nation makes me cringe, especially since we are having weather in the high sixties. My friends think I am an idiot for leaving California while we are in our perfect temperature bubble, but I shake my head at them. Plus, when else am I going to wear my shiny new rain boots?
One of the many pluses of being on break is being able to have my schedule flexible to see my friends. It was with my pleasure to have Abs and Taylor meet the day after Christmas. In fact, it was like our own little Christmas.
With a few restaurants in mind, Abby chose for us to eat at The Cavalier. Here in San Francisco, we have every kind of cuisine you can think of, such as Laotian or Eritrean. However, I never seen (or heard) of a British restaurant, as odd as that sounds. The first time I have heard of this hot spot was when I was looking for a nice place that was opened on Thanksgiving. I could not get a reservation, but my friend Ben was able to eat the T-day prie fix and I want to ask him how he enjoyed the food.
The Cavalier, created by the same gang from Marlowe and Park Tavern, opened last year and has received dashing reviews from most of SF’s best critics. I was very excited to try it out, especially because my knowledge of British cuisine is not up-to-par.
Taylor and I left the house and met Abby for an early dinner. We were a little late due to a mishap in the parking garage, which we officially dub as “the incident that one must never speak of under sworn secrecy”.
Abby was there before us and started on a glass of red while we got cozy in the booth. Our lovely waiter brought out an amuse-bouche after we made our dining selections and it was wonderful.
Pictured below is three individual Quail Egg Mayonnaise, perched on top of celery, celery salt and crispy shallot. Soft boiled eggs are a favorite of mine, so I was very fond of this taster before the meal began.
For our appetizer, our waiter suggested the steak tartare. We obliged, since Marlowe holds the title in my eyes (I know you heard already a million times). The lettuce was a nice compliment to the raw beef and I was impressed.
Side note: my New Years resolution this year is to do Meatless Monday (travel days excluded) and my first one was a success. It never occurred to me how much my options would shrink when you take away the plates with meat and poultry. Then, as my mind wandered, I thought that tartare must look so unappetizing to someone who did not like their meat cooked medium-rare, let alone to a vegetarian. So to the majority of those people, I apologize to you for posting pictures of tartare so frequently in the last few months. I hope you do not think of me as some crazy rabid dog.
After a round of wine and gossip the same multitude of an elephant, we were ready for our entrees and The Cavalier delivered indeed. Abby, the lover of lamb, received this leg with ingredients I will never remember. The website changed their menu and the world will have to keep spinning. The plate looks empty but it arrived with a huge silver sauce boat (see below).
Taylor chose the “Sunday Roast” Chicken, accompanied by horseradish mashed potatoes, vegetables and a mustard-bacon jus. All of the pictures I snapped came out shaky and I apologize for that.
For the grand finale is my pork and beef bangers with caramelized onion jus (sans sauce boat). I was not familiar with the term ‘bangers’ and just took a leap of faith. Fortunately for me, luck was on my side because I thought they were amazing.
Especially with a side of these beef dripping chips, which ended up being my favorite thing of the night.
Feeling a little festive, we ordered not one but two deserts! First up was the pear crumble, which again is not on their website anymore so I will just tell you that there was pear and berries in it.
What looks amazing on their menu and was not available when we were there is a Hazelnut Tart with raspberry jam, figs and hazelnut ice cream. I might have to stop by for a little tasting tomorrow…
Does this look like steamed pudding to you? Because it did not to me or my dining companions. The waiter basically told us we had to order it and I am happy we did because it ended up being my favorite of the two. This one was with whipped creme fraiche and blackberries (to my knowledge).
I have not had the pleasure to travel across the pond, but I think of their interior design as a splash of the picture below (deer heads) and a dash of Austin Powers.
You may be wondering, “Tara. How come there are no pictures of humans in this post?” And I will tell you, “well, my dear. Honestly, it is because we all looked like shit that day”. We tried to get a good group picture but the camera was not having it at all.
Instead, you get a picture of my mom and I. She visited for the week and I took her to a neighborhood brewery. This Asian lady likes her beer dark, a sip was enough for me.
Mine looks dark but it is really a Poor Man’s Black Velvet (aka Snakebite according to my bartender).
I am meeting my first blogger today! I always get jealous when my blogging friends meet each other but now it is your turn to be jealous of me. 🙂 See you tonight, Erin!
What do you think of when you think about British food?
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