
My friend Gretchen and her boyfriend George joined me at Crust for drinks, dinner and light conversation. The evening got off to a rocky start when we learned that there would be a half hour wait since we were starving. What to do? Drink a lot of course! I ordered a "Strawberry Fields martini" which sounded sweeter than it was (this was a good thing) ingredients: strawberry vodka, cava, and fresh strawberry juice. Very refreshing and delicious-unfortunately it made me even hungrier, so Gretchen had to share her turkey chili with me (which she had ordered at the bar in a moment of desperation).
I think the bartender felt sorry for us since he knew there was no way we were getting seated in a half hour, so he compensated by giving g & g HUGE POURS of their wine. Gretchen ordered the Wolf Trap Syrah ("not on the menu" she told me knowingly) and George had a Chevery Sauvignon Blanc which he found disappointing - the wine list described it as
"white fruit against a mineral backbone" but george said it was sweet and green appley, and not minerally at all. That's right folks - appley & not minerally! this led to the quote of the night - "I don't know if I like french whites" which could apply to several things. George
ordered a Pinot Noir afterwards which was also misrepresented on the menu, but at least it wasn't a french white.
50 years later we were finally seated and dinner was delicious. In a bold move, George & Gretchen chose an anchovy pizza (I hope to someday be as brave) afterwards we ordered vegan chocolate cake and a maple walnut liqueur - the liqueur never arrived and the vegan cake was,
well...vegan. We still ate the whole thing though.
Lessons learned: bartenders are sympathetic, Crust's wine list is unreliable, and vegan cake has serious limitations. also, George doesn't know if he likes french whites.
-DD
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