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My Dinner With Esory, IIb [7 Thory 4261]

Those of you who have never been to Gounne Gousse should probably be made to understand that Gounne Gousse is not a traditional fancy formal restaurant with a Rassimel owner and a Rassimel head chef. Gounne Gousse is a determinedly slightly unconventional slightly fancy slightly formal restaurant with a Herethroy owner and an Orren head chef. This makes it:

  1. An upper-class establishment of alimentation, yet one at which I was very unlikely to run into Hezimikkinen.
  2. Suitable for a dinner-which-is-not-a-date with a friend of suitable rank, species, and gender.
  3. Slightly cheaper than an really truly traditional fancy formal restaurant with a Rassimel owner and a Rassimel head chef.
  4. Utterly berserk with their amuse-bouches.

An amuse-bouche is a little bit of silly food on a small warped wooden plate, served before the menu is recited: a custom at many traditional fancy formal restaurants. At Gounne Gousse, it was: a thin film of raw fish fillet, surrounding thread-thin strands of fourteen or fifteen different pungent vegetables and three different flavors of mayonnaise, with the initials GG seared in the top of the fillet. To the left side of that was a small glowing pyramid of pungent cheese, with a drop of raspberry liqueur sauce hovering over the point. To the left side of that was an elegant little scroll of shaved cucumber, with the letters YsV painted on it in golden color -- saffronated eggyolk, I think. Also I think that YsV is the chef's initials, though for all I know it's the chef's daughter's pony's initials.

Me:"After such an introduction, my tongue is overwhelmed with complex subtleties, or, at any rate, subtle complexities. For dinner I shall have raw chub-beetles and porridge."

Esory:"You did say the chef was Orren, didn't you?"

Me:"Slootly! I saw her myself!"

Esory:"Was she, perhaps, the kind of Orren who has a long fluffy non-triangular tail which wags a great deal, tall pointy ears, a longish muzzle with sharp teeth, and who never, ever goes into Wild Rushes?"

Me:"What kind of Orren is that, Esory?"

Esory:"A most rare and unusual kind of Orren. The kind who most people might call a 'Cani'. With this amount of subtle subtlety and complex complexity, one might suspect a Cani chef. And I did ask that we not have one of those."

Me:"My dear Esory, I can tell the difference between a Cani and an Orren."

Esory:"Can you, though? Rumor has it that, once, you have been remarkably easy to mistake for an Orren yourself. To say nothing of a Sleeth."

Me:"I don't think so many people have Cloak of Another God grafted!"

Esory:"A feeble excuse. You, yourself, could have bound a casting of it and given it to them."

Me:"Yes, I could, but I have not done so for a chef. I have only done it once, and that once is paying for your dinner."

Esory:"Now I am sure it is the chef."

Me:"I am slootly sure it is not! The chef would hardly pay cash to let me into her own restaurant."

Which is to say, she banters just like any reasonable noble, even if she technically isn't one exactly.

Date: 2004-07-06 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dracosphynx.livejournal.com
Obviously the chef is a Sleeth!

Date: 2004-07-06 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com
Perhaps it is provincial of me, but I prefer my food not to glow.

Date: 2004-07-06 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] terrycloth.livejournal.com
Or to hover.

Actually, I think glowing would be kind of cool. Would it make you glow if you ate enough of it?

Date: 2004-07-07 07:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsword.livejournal.com
Nice to know your food has Masonic symbolism in it. Makes it feel like home I think. Even when its hovering and glowing and what not.

Date: 2004-07-07 07:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] striderhlc.livejournal.com
Personally, I'm just hoping that the strands of pungent vegetable weren't arranged into groups of 17 and 23 strands.

- HC

Date: 2004-07-07 10:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] esory.livejournal.com
*starts counting ... *

Date: 2004-07-07 10:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
It wasn't the entree, though. Just the amuse-bouche.

Date: 2004-07-07 12:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] terrycloth.livejournal.com
Are you sure you were supposed to eat it?

Date: 2004-07-07 12:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
It wasn't called an amuse-sense-magique!

Don't worry ...

Date: 2004-07-07 02:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] rowyn
I'm sure, with the proper inducements, she can be persuaded to forgive you. :D

Date: 2004-07-07 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tuftears.livejournal.com
The amuse-bouche sounds almost tasty! If I weren't unfond of raw fish, that is. An interesting practice, I'll have to see if there are restaurants around here in Monsterland that do such.

Cat-Monsters and fish

Date: 2004-07-07 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coppercheetah.livejournal.com
For shame, being feline and not liking your fish in its natural state! You should have seventeen and one-third pickled herrings balanced upon your eartips in punishment for that.

Date: 2004-07-08 07:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsword.livejournal.com
In New Orleans, its customary. They call it lagniappe.
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