Another day, another delightful lunch. I’m getting v good at this “dining well” thing.
Wednesday’s lunch was at the 701 Restaurant, one of my old favourites. The first time I dined there, several years ago, Eric Ripert was sitting about 10 feet away from my table. I took that as a good sign.
The 701 is on Pennsylvania Avenue, next to the Navy Memorial and a little more than a block from the National Gallery of Art. When I go to the NGA, which is about once a month, it’s always a toss-up between a light lunch at the bar at 701 or a heavier one at the buffet in the NGA’s Garden Café.
I started the meal with Gnocchi. This was a duck ragout, with goat cheese and black olives.
Next came Chittara Pasta, with rabbit sausage, mustard, arugula, and pickled peaches. I was still feeling a little guilty about the duck ragout, what with possibly eating a relative of Daffy, and now here I was, devouring a probable acquaintance of Bugs.
When I was finished, I whispered a solemn “That’s all Folks” at the empty plate.
(It should be noted in my defence that I did past on the Roast Pork Loin main course.)
With blueberries, yogurt streusel, and champagne.