After a particularly busy week at work I decided to take last weekend off and go to Norfolk. Believe it or not, the laptop wasn't even on from noon on Saturday until mid-morning Monday.
The Boot has been on my list of restaurants to try for a couple of years, and I finally had dinner there on Saturday. The meal turned out to be worth the wait.
I started with a very nice Manhattan and the pumpkin soup for starters. The soup was flavorful and had a substantial mouthfeel without being cloying. For my main course I opted for the grilled duck - which was perfectly done, succulent inside and slightly charred on the outside - with apple fennel salad. The first bit of salad was phenomenal, full of red pepper other good things, but subsequent bites were less exciting. My palate has been a little weird due, I think, to some dental work so it could well just be me. The duck did stay delicious until it was gone... For dessert I had the crespelle, an apple and pear compote-filled crepe, with a side of luscious homemade chocolate almond ice cream. It was truly a memorable dinner and one I'd be happy to repeat any time.
Mid-day Sunday a craving for sauerbrauten and Grolsch overtook me (the cooler weather, maybe?) so I drove over to Portsmouth to my old favorite,
The Bier Garden. To my shock and horror, they had run out of sauerbrauten the night before! While I realized that nothing can truly take the place of that salty sour goodness when that's what you really want, I gamely ordered a Dogfish Midas Touch which, I've found, goes with everything, a cup of goulasch, and the rouladen with a side of German potato salad. Rouladen is black forest ham, pickles, onions, and mustard rolled into a flattened beefsteak, served over spatzle and covered in gravy. The goulasch was really rich and flavorful, and eating it made me want to make a big pot at home. In retrospect, I should have gotten it as a main dish (served over spatzle). The rouladen was good but not great, and it was at a disadvantage just by not being sauerbraten, but the waiter suggested a beer on tap that went perfectly with it. A Belgian framboise for "dessert" completed my beery, meaty meal and I left full as a tick.
Sunday evening I was feeling peckish again before the 9:30 showing of (500) Days of Summer at the
Naro so I drove down Colley to
Fellini's. I hadn't been here in years but I was craving pizza and remembered it as a good option. Though tempted by the margherita-like Fresh Tomato pie, I went for the Bourbon Street instead, figuring I could bring half of it home for lunch on Monday. The Bourbon Street features mozarella, andouille sausage, bleu cheese, smoked tomatoes, mushrooms, green onions, and parsley. It comes topped with "secret" sour cream which I asked for on the side at the waitress's suggestion and which turned out to be just plain old sour cream. The pizza was delicious, the crust was perfectly crispy and not overwhelmed by the toppings (which were still plentiful), and it was darned yummy for lunch on Monday as well.
All in all it was a great weekend, and it was hard to get back to the grind on Monday.