Saturday night. New York City. True story.
I’m out to dinner with my husband while visiting New York
City, at a restaurant highly praised by a foodie—friend I’ll call Lloyd. And
Lloyd says “you must try the desserts—they’re amazing”, or something to that
effect. It’s a 45-minute wait for a seat at the bar (a beautiful, relaxed
setting, I’ll add). We share a couple of wine flights—those 3 oz samples, and
order our meal.
That part was easy. The arctic char appetizer was divine, surpassed
by the two entrees we decided in advance to share. (Basically, I have a hard
time deciding and don’t want to limit my options, so I petition my husband that
we should share and he generally obliges as he did Saturday. Yes, marrying him
was a good decision.)
Skillfully prepared fish and a butternut squash
lasagna—the labels do no justice to their taste. Totally wow, and I don’t use
superlatives for food too readily. The bread was similarly fabulous—a whole-wheat
sourdough seemingly right from the oven served with sweet butter. Of course I
enjoyed a couple of slices as they were
put before me.
I was quite satisfied from this leisurely paced meal. A warm
beverage would’ve capped it just fine. But Lloyd’s words hovered. I knew I
needed to try dessert. What to do? We started with coffee, a spiced French
Press, while the menus sat before us. Okay. Let me just inquire, I thought. So I engaged the bartender/waitperson.
“Can you tell me about the lemon curd dessert with chocolate and hazelnut
crumble (which sounds so weird I can’t even image getting it but I just need to
know!)? And she did. “What would you
suggest?” I prodded further. “This or the apple pie with ice cream?” (which
sounded so conventional, I thought). She described them both in glowing terms,
then added that the apple pie is the restaurant’s most popular. “Fine, then.
We’ll take it. It’s decided.” (My husband, by the way, was somewhat indifferent
to having dessert that night.)
Surely I could’ve
passed on dessert. But guess what followed? Fresh baked, flaky apple pie with
homemade vanilla bean ice cream, of course.
AND the lemon curd
dessert—gratis, I’ll add! This lovely waitperson felt we really needed to try
both—perhaps she felt my decision-making pain when I announced my dessert
selection.
Now what would you do?
- Thank her profusely, then return the second dessert?
- Take a couple of bites, then leave the rest because you had enough?
- Eat both desserts—sharing them of course—even though it is completely unnecessary?
So after we completed devoured the two desserts, which were as
delectable as our foodie-friend promised, what to do? We didn’t need the extra calories (and thankfully
calorie counts have no place on these non-chain restaurant menus!)
Breathe. The meal
was over and we thoroughly enjoyed it. This was hardly the best match of intake
and need. Rather, fullness had been overridden by desire, by opportunistic
eating (when would I get to try their desserts again?), and the like.
What’s the worst-case scenario? Okay, we took in more than
we needed that meal. So what? This is
more the exception than the rule—our eating is generally quite fitting for our need.
Compensation would lead to consequences—restriction results in excess hunger
and deprivation and potentially rebound overeating, or at a minimum,
preoccupation with eating.
Besides, we thoroughly enjoyed the two desserts, and the
whole dining experience. No regrets.
Would I do anything differently in the future? Perhaps. I
just might make a point of going there more often, so it doesn’t feel like a now-or never experience. Gramercy Tavern
is not going away anytime soon. I just need to remember that.
What a wonderful capture of a delightful meal. :) I envy that mindset and have had it myself at various points in my life.
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Jenn
I completely agree with jenn!
DeleteSomeone else was just talking about Gramercy Tavern, or maybe they featured it on the news. I don't know, but I walk by it all the time. Glad you enjoyed your weekend in the city.
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