Bringing one's own
In this week's Shallow Thought Wednesday post, John Lindner wants to hear about your feelings. Not about Sabor, the restaurant that inspired his post. But about the stroll through the parking lot to the BYOB's front door. Here's John. LV
Visited Sabor recently. Lots to say about it, but will keep this short.
Great food. My fave is the Halloumi cheese appetizer allegedly invented by the chef’s 10-year-old (approx) son. Ravishing spice/texture concert: like buying a ticket for a Van Morrison gig and getting surprise guest appearances by Hooker, Raitt, Guy and … and … and … Orbison. (I realize some of these folks are dead, so much the cooler to have them cameo, right?)
Also loved the salmon on risotto, the bacon-(mmmm….etc)wrapped monkfish on mushroom ragout, and the smoked salmon spring roll resting on the best cole slaw I’ve ever tasted. Also learned that I can take one bite of bread pudding and leave the rest. Bread pudding not bad, mind you; just not worth getting hurt over, much less to die for (a reflection on my taste, not on the talents suffusing Sabor).
For a reliable opinion on Sabor, go here and see if the link to EL’s review loads for you. Didn’t for me. Whatever she said, I concur.
Here’s the thing: Sabor is strictly BYOB on adult beverages. We brought a nice Peter Howland’s ’08 Suitcase Pinot Noir that for $13 captivates.
My STW: “I walked through the parking lot of a strip mall on my way to a really nice restaurant holding a bottle of booze and felt _____!”
For a chance to get a date with John McIntyre*, fill in the blank.
Photo -- of plate just before I licked it clean -- by Bon.
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