Good Morning Gentle Readers,
We celebrated our 25th anniversary recently at Morgan's in the Desert. The service was impeccable and for whatever reason, The Guy's name escapes me. But the coffee. Jesus made this coffee in Heaven. No? Okay, No. It was made by The Guy, who was obviously proud of his creation and asked how we liked it, noting that it was made with a French Press of superior caliber.
Magnificent. The coffee may have been the best coffee that has ever crawled down my throat. Yes. It was strong coffee. Tempered for moi's sissy palate with actual creme. And raw sugar.
Oh, and the cookies. Indescribable. To weep for when they were gone.
To be fair, the Crème Brûlée was first rate. Well prepared. But TWC is a purist. Chef Jimmy Schmidt may well smack me upside the head for saying so, but Crème Brûlée must never be embellished. Crème Brûlée is elegant in its simplicity and must remain the happy marriage of eggs, cream, and sugar. Is that polygamy?