Oh. My. Foie.
Bill and I have been waiting (very patiently, I might add) to try foie gras for the first time. We wanted our first foie experience to be incredible and done correctly. When our Montreal trip was in the works, we tried everything to land a reservation at the famed foie paradise, Au Pied du Cochon. Alas, no such luck; apparently our week-ahead call was 51 weeks late. Down but not out, we resolved ourselves to keep waiting… until last night. For my birthday, I asked Bill for a no-holds-barred dinner at Watermark, one of the best restaurants in Nashville. Within the first 5 seconds of being handed our menus, we saw it: Hudson Valley Foie Gras ‘A’, served with local fig and brioche bread pudding, candied pecans, and peach gastrique. Angels sang. Trumpets played. The heavens parted. The wait was over.
How did I love it? Let me count the ways, but not here; I’m not going to try to describe the flavor. Not only would it be impossible, but I would never destroy the mystery for someone who, like me, might’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to try their first foie.
Thanks to the folks at Watermark for a flawless (yes, flawless) first piece of foie gras. Though I can’t be certain the next will live up to it, I’m okay with chasing another piece of perfect foie.
