[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/v/BVxT_c5S5xg?fs=1]Buy all of the things I never had
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire
Okay, I don’t really want to be a billionaire. Yes, Jamie doesn’t go well with conventional norms because she’s a crazy naive girl filled with idealistic dreams.
Anyways, last night, I really did kind of wanted to be rich. Or at least be able to milk somebody who’s rich.Why, what happened, you ask?
*SIGH* I still feel like I’m living in that dream….did it really happen?
Two heavy wooden doors, with the words “Modern European Cuisine” inscribed in red across the black paint of the doors. Push it open and you enter a whole new world which I have never seen in Korea. Long white sheer curtains drape down from the ceiling. Red velvet u-shaped lounges in the corners. Three disco balls spinning ever so slowly in the centre of the ceiling. Modern white plastic chandeliers hang over each and ever table. Floor to ceiling glass panels separate the kitchen whilst still allowing diners to watch them in fascination. Waiting staff dressed impeccably in starched white shirts, black aprons around their waists and red converse shoes usher us to a table.
First came the bread. Oh the bread. It was a basket with 5 different types of bread. Each piece was soft, warm, fluffy and just absolutely beautiful. I pulled off bite sizes and dipped it lightly in olive oil and the sweet aromas took me to heaven. Did I mention that this isn’t even part of the meal? It’s complimentary.
First course was…. foie gras. Seared on the sides, it has the right amount of texture before it melts in your mouth, bringing on an explosion of flavours. The fruity flavour of the plum and jelly balanced the overpowering taste of the foie gras. And there was just the right amount of crunch with pieces of croutons. Between every bite, a sip of red wine kept everything just perfectly wonderful.
And so I thought… I wish I were a billionaire. Then I could do this all the time. No wonder the French don’t get fat… the taste is so overwhelmingly good that just one bite would suffice to bring me to satisfaction. You would never have to stuff your face when eating such beautiful foods.
The waiters came and cleared the table and gave us new silverware between each course. Really makes you feel special.
Next was soup. Mushroom soup. Oh I don’t even know where to begin… usually, I do not really like mushroom soup because of that grassy, earthy taste. Oh how different this was! Each spoonful was a mix of pan seared mushroom and creamy milk. Aromatic and delightful.
A salad was served following the soup. Truffle oil. It’s a new taste for me, but I liked it. I don’t know how to describe it, but it was good. It was not bitter like the rest of the “salads” we have grown accustomed to in Korea. The bacon was like little pieces of taste explosions. Mmm…..
The main…. the main….oh….
I need a moment to regain my composure. Last night at dinner, I was seriously lost for words. It was so good that I didn’t know what to do with myself. Oh….
Is there a rich man out there who would like to serenade me with a delightful dinner?
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