The Vetri trip was very memorable for multiple reasons. To start, the doc was supposed to meet me in Philly for some random adventures around town. On my way there from Connecticut, the engine of the rental car ceased functioning while going down the NJ turnpike. 4 hours of towing, calling later, I am heading down to Philly in a top of the line sedan, courtesy of the rental company, and a completely flustered brain. I was dead tired after this ordeal. It is unlikely that I would be in the mood to taste anything. But guess what. TASTING I DID.
Vetri is a probably among the smallest of restaurants I've been to in the western world, fine dining or otherwise. They do a tasting menu on Friday only. Located in the center of town, the restaurant is modified from the first floor a old house and sits about 20 some people. We walked by before service and saw some guy smoking on the steps there. That guy turned out to be my server for the night.
We were seated with a complimentary glass of prosecco, quite perfect for the weather. as the usual questions regarding food allergies and such were answered, our night started.
First up are the Amuse Bouche. Yes. "are". They did 5 amuse to start the meal. Readers, brace for impact.
AB1: Foie Gras Pastrami, fruit preserve, on toasted briocheDude, It's Foie Pastrami. This damn thing packs a hulk-sized punch. the flavor was incredibly strong, demanding complete attention from the taster. The brioche was there to give a bit more substance for the bite. It was beautiful, in a very manly, gluttony inducing sort of way. I believe the only words I muttered was "decadent"
(I apologize for not remembering the type of preserve used. I want to say appricot)
AB2: Marinated Sardines with CeleryOne bite of refreshingly acidic fillet and slight grassy-ness of the tiny celery. How very thoughtful after that previous monster of a dish.
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