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reader may have already guessed at my scheme, which, God willing, would pay off handsomely.
It was not compromise I was after. By spuming an aperitif and opting for wine with dinner, I waged everything on the rather dim hope that the wine would carry with it sufficient nuance actually to enhance the receptivity of my taste buds. Something about the The Comer Post made me, shall I say, go for it all.
Having delayed the arrival of a beverage, I opted to fill the table-top void with an appetizer, humbly referred to as a “meal starter” at The Comer Post (such modesty is charming). The list of meal starters is here presented: • French Onion Soup • Funky Mushrooms (a misnomer, I have to assume)
• Soup of the Day (Once again management exhibits modesty in preferring “of the Day” to the pretentious “du Jour” which requires translation)
• French Country Pate (last word rhymes with “stop play” not gate)
I more than made up for the absence of an aperitif by selecting both the French Onion Soup and the French Country Pate. Management promises that the soup will be “topped with croutons and Provolone cheese...” But do they stop there? Assuredly not. They tempt the faint-hearted customer by announcing that the whole will be “lightly browned.”
Oh and indeed it was. The soup arrived in a bowl of generous proportions, the diameter of which was spanned by a blanket of delicately browned Provolone cheese. Did I say spanned? I mean more than spanned. The sides of the bowl bear witness to
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