Fine Dining

We've had wonderful dinners in Paris and London- Michelin-starred, no less. We took the tasting menu at each restaurant to properly sample the chef's creations. The food tasted has been unequivocally out of this world.

I ain't no food blogger. I shan't even attempt to describe the dining experiences. Mostly, I didn't even take photos of the food. One- I carry tiny clutches. Importantly, it just isn't done to be grabbing photos of food in such a setting. At this juncture of dining, I'm not interested in photography per se. I want to sit down, enjoy the dinner company and conversation, and slowly soak it all in. The restaurants and the excellent service make it more than just about the food. The dinners are truly exquisite- a complete alchemy of textures and flavors.

What is most memorable to me, are the different options of butter available for the diner's choice. Herb, salted, unsalted, etc. All hand churned/homemade/specialty region flown in, etc. Lovely lovely texture and taste. Most of all, I love the portions of butter that were served. I'm a butter fiend. Nothing brightens my day like good butter in a almost fist-size slab. You can't imagine how my eyes lit up each time a restaurant generously serves butter in that wonderful yummlicious blob.