Thursday, February 14, 2008
A Taste...of Victory?
With yesterday’s blowout still fresh in our memory, Dave and I cried pretty much the entire day, respectively. Nevertheless, we found cause to celebrate! Our weekend plans for West Virginia are actually becoming a reality!! We’ve already purchased two tickets for the game, and we’re scheduled to take a prospective student campus tour on Saturday morning! Then, on Sunday, after our prospective win, we’re going to drive up to Wheeling, WV and spend the night at a casino! What could be better!?!?!? So even though we were still stinging from yesterday, Dave and I decided to treat ourselves tonight - on this most special Valentine’s Day Eve – to a truly upscale dining experience.
We debated for quite some time which restaurant we should patronize, in the good way, and then, all of a sudden, it hit us – we would go to “Gonzo!” Tucked away in a trendy West Village neighborhood, “Gonzo” has a reputation as a first-rate Italian bistro (read: recruiter). What better place to discuss the details of our forthcoming journey!!
We both started off with appetizers; Dave had the eggplant caponata, and I had the butternut squash soup. The caponata had a delicious vinegar tartness, and came with a helping of garlic toasts. My soup was also a delight – a splash of cumin and maple syrup tickled the palette, and the butternut squash, though a bit sharp, was like a refreshing elbow to my jaw.
For the main course, Dave ordered the homemade ravioli with duck, sage, and ricotta, served in a brown butter sauce. Though very well-seasoned, the sauce was a bit on the heavy side, requiring slightly more rigorous conditioning and discipline. My dish was a tad predictable, but delectable nonetheless: an old-fashioned Margherita pizza. Ironically, the crust proved too thin for my lacking, and stood to gain roughly twenty pounds of muscle, particularly for a power forward.
Lastly, dessert. Here, Dave made a great decision, ordering the Pecan Praline Ice Cream Sandwich. Like Mike Davis holding a basketball, the two oversized praline wafers cupped the ball of ice cream tenderly, as if about to hand off to a streaking Hazell. Finish that!!! I also made a great decision, opting for the Espresso Float. With two scoops of Tahitian vanilla gelato, a generous pouring of espresso soda, and a dollop of fresh whipped cream to top it off, the dish was an impressive triumph, from start to end – the sort of statement win over Florida that sticks with you forever.
Overall, Gonzo was a wonderful experience, though a bit noisy at times. We give it 3 and ½ stars, for its romantic atmosphere, superior service, and occasional vulgarity.
Stay tuned for more details on the West Virginia excursion…