12 February 2004 - 3:19 a.m.
Too whomped and too to-do-listed to write much of anything this week, but I do want to note the meal I had at Restaurant Zola a couple of nights ago: for the appetizer, the six of us shared the "marinated fresh mozzarella" - a slab with three or four slices of cheese (each of which we split in half to make it go 'round) surrounded with small heaps of prosciutto, parmesan, eggplant salad, roasted peppers, capers, olives, poblano pesto, crostini and various leafy things. For my entree, I ordered the grilled venison, which arrived perfectly tender and rare and accompanied by "hazelnut almond crusted ginger grit cake, blackberry ancho sauce, pear chutney, orange foie gras butter" (description cribbed from their website, as I cannot retain that kind of detail without pencil and paper handy. . .).
After all that splendidness, alas, we were all too full to investigate the "pineapple chili sorbet"...something to look forward to some other day, perhaps.
Three years ago, I spent part of my evening at the 21st District Police Station in Chicago.
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