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By JON KLAVERKAMP
■Upv^uuinock Neva Staff Writer
Service without flaw, flavor without fail-such were the ingredients that combined on Friday night at the Comer Post to convert a reservation for one into something more than a dinner experience.
Reader, I know what you’re thinking. When must the palate recognize a meal as something more than an experience, indeed as more, even, than a culinary feat?
To which I answer: when the meal presents itself as a cultural event and the palate refuses to construe it as anything less.
Quite simply, dinner at The Corner Post (I almost said Le) may rightly be counted among the high watermarks of Western civilization.
Though all facets of “The Corner Post experience” (consider the phrase coined) delight the senses, the service is perhaps deserving of first comment.
Was it graceful and attentive? Dear reader, only listen:
Scarcely had I implanted both feet beyond the threshold of the door when- what’s this? - two self-effacing hostesses were upon me, that is, at my sides, offering to escort me to a table.
An enterprising young bachelor, I found no grounds on which to reject the offer. Imagine though the magnitude of my joy when, having yet to communicate my acceptance, I found it had been gently presumed.
Hardly had a syllable escaped my lips before I was seated and asked to resolve various culinary dilemmas, such as whether to indulge first in an alcoholic beverage thereby risking desensitization of the palate at a time when all its keeness would soon be required.
In a mood of compromise, I declined an initial highball in favor of white wine with dinner. The astute
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