Trendy dining in El Paso.
As long as I’ve been commuting to El Paso, I can’t really recall what I would call a “fine dining” experience. To be sure, I’ve been in a number of places that qualify as excellent dining experiences, as, quite often, the food has a regional flavor that just can’t be matched. Or beat.
So the deal with dinner on Monday evening was “Geo Geske” for a fabled luxury burger. However, after glancing at the menu, after rolling back in from Las Cruces, I opted for pot stickers, and then I had to explain what they were.
Little waitress was a Gemini, and none too fond of Sagittarius, or so it seemed. Just the way it goes, on some days. Personally, I’ve always found that Gemini and Sagittarius do get along. Mostly.
Dinner was a perfectly rendered “tenderloin sandwich,” and as I got around to enjoying the rare beef, I was so pleased that it was done properly. When I say “rare,” I expect a cool, bloody center. More like a crippled cow* rather than a slice of beef. Done well. Couldn’t work in a dessert, which, on leaving, seemed to be a shame, but I was way too full from the generous portions.
While the place leans towards trendy “California Cuisine” type of fare, it does seem to stray from the micro-portions so common with that style. There was a huge serving of “margarita” fries on my plate. Margarita fries are shoestring french fries with margarita salt and just a hint of lime. I don’t even come close to hoovering up most of mine.
But the beef was well-done, in an under-done way – the way I like it.
*I always thought it would be better, more in tune with animal right, people rights and save the planet stuff if we just sliced a bit off of the cow’s rump, and then, just served it right up. No need to kill any animals. Best of both worlds.
Two states
Sometimes not much in between.
