No. In this case, the great big O is not the thing you are thinking of. At least not in how you are thinking about it. The O word here is an O that has to do with food.
Let me explain. If you know me, you know I love food. I love buying it, cooking it, and mostly, I loooove eating it. I also love my time with my friends, so when I have the chance to be with friends sharing food, I am the happiest camper. You also know that I’ve been known to say that there is such a thing as a culinary big-O. But first things first.
Here in NY I have great friends, gathered in different groups. I have my knitting friends, the grad school friends, etc. One group of friends are the ones I call "the gang": Cristina, her husband Stephane and C and D (I’ve not had a chance to ask them if they approve the use of their names, so initials will do for now), whom I met through Cristina. They are my party-at-the-wedding, go to see foreign movies, eat yummy food and do all kinds of random fun friends.
This past Sunday, D celebrated his birthday and he invited us to celebrate with him at the super elegant Eleven Madison Park restaurant. I was worried about the cost, since, well…I’m on a grad student budget, but D said that since C was away for work, I’d also be his date and he’d treat me. D. Always the sweetheart.
So on Sunday we got all dolled up and met for dinner. We sat at the bar while they got our table ready. I ordered a yummy Austrian Riesling and sampled some of the snacks they offered us. The assortment included some pitted green olives. At first I winced at them. I mean, they were my enemies, always tarnishing other foods with their strong flavor, annoying me just by their scent. But right then and there I decided that it was high time I tried them again. Who knows. Maybe it would be like it was with bell peppers. Once hated, now adored. So I picked one up and bit it. And right then and there a miraculous thing happened. I loved it. Not just liked it, but LOVED IT. After years of hating each other, me and a great big O, the green olive, were reconciled.
But there’s more to be said about that night. Once we sat down and after the wine lady came to talk to us about helping us pick our drinks, we got the menus. Cristina had told me it was an amazingly delicious restaurant. Boy was that an understatement (check out the dinner menu here). We picked the three-course option, (two savory plates and one sweet plate). I ordered the Diver Scallops and Nova Scotia ceviche from the appetizers and the Suckling Pig Confit from the meat sections. For dessert, I picked the Bittersweet Chocolate Moelleux. I also had bites of Cristina’s Herb Roasted Lamb. To say that that the whole meal was amazing is not enough. Every bite was, as we said while eating, a true moment of a great big O; of a culinary orgasm (there! I said it!).
We ate so much that we thought we would explode. Thankfully, we didn’t. And I am fully prepared to repeat the occasion. When? I’m not sure, but I definitely want to go again!