Our Date Night at Le Bouchon
Dinner: With the grandparents on deck, Jason and I escaped for a fun night out without the boy. The reason: to celebrate my 37th birthday--and to celebrate that we were a mile away from any family-friendly restaurant with an Italian or Mexican theme. This evening swept us into the country of l'amour et la gastronomie: France. Or more precisely, Le Bouchon. In this quaint French bistro, I felt compelled to speak to the servers in French (un petit peu comme une vache espanole, mais je peux parler en Francais quand meme). But what really seduced our tongues were the impeccable dishes and an incredible pinot. Jason and I agreed that on those rare nights as a liberated couple we would return to this little corner of French Portland. And we promised, like the many times we had in the past, that one day we--all three of us--would set foot in France as a family.
- feuilletage l'Oree du bois (baked brie and mushrooms with a garlic cream sauce in a pastry shell)
- coquilles St. Jacques gratinees (baked scallops and mushrooms in a white wine and butter sauce)
- salade verte aux deux vinaigres (green salad with aged vinegar dressing)
- bouillabaisse (seafood stew--Denise)
- saumon grille au coulis de tomate (grilled salmon with a tomato coulis--Jason)
- tarte aux pommes (apple tart)
- gateau au fromage (cheese cake)
- cafe au lait (coffee and cream)
- Domaine Marchand-Grillot, "En Songe", Gevrey Chambertin, 2004





