It may be because it's out of street view, on the fifth floor of The Palomar Hotel here in SF. There's not even a decent sign at street level.
To show how much she adores me, (and to partly atone for treating me like dirt the rest of the year), Mrs. Page took me to Fifth Floor last night.
This used to be a special place for special celebrations - like my birthday. We've been here twice before, for previous birthday and anniversary celebrations, but something's happened to the magic that used to accompany meals here.
The company was just as magical, and my meal ....
Hot and Cold Sonoma Foie Gras
bergamot marmalade, caramelized apple, calvados, toasted almonds
Brillat-Savarin Ravioli
Brillat-Savarin Ravioli hedgehog mushrooms, sage, brown butter, walnut pesto, wilted chicories
Roasted Lamb Loin and Confit Belly
farro, golden raisins, black radish, black garlic, argan oil, harissa jus
... was perfectamundo, while Pavey's ....
Asparagus Soup
Local Halibut Crudo
cara cara, yuzu, fennel, radish, mint, ice wine-soy vinaigrette
Slow Cooked Squab
confit leg, black trumpet mushrooms, house cured pancetta, root vegetables, salmis sauce
wasn't :(
The squab let the meal down, by being waved in the general direction of the oven, rather than being properly cooked. She made a point of asking for it to be medium well done, but the kitchen found that too much for them.
Ah well, we'll pick somewhere else for the next special celebration.
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