voluptuary_manque
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Since eating is as much a pleasure of the flesh as sex, I thought it appropriate to occasionally publish some thoughts on the dining possibilities in the SoCal area. This will generally ignore the over-rated and over-priced places up near downtown LA and Westwood and instead concentrate on those eateries within a reasonable commute from me, down here on the borderlands. Hopefully, some of the rest of you out farther north and east will eventually find yourselves on the Left Coast for a visit and will also be able to make use of this info.
Down in the Gay/Lesbian neighborhood of Long Beach is a rather new little bistro that opened in February. Hot Mama's masseuse is also the managing editor of Long Beach magazine and gave her a copy of the latest edition. In the mag was a review of Pate Fraisches that looked so appealing we had to toodle on over for a try. Hot damn! The place is tiny, I doubt that it seats more than 30. The menu lists less than a dozen entree's and a few soups and salads. Even the wine list is restricted but the quality thereupon is first rate.
Pate Fraishes specializes in pasta from the south of France so instead of red tomato sauces or butter sauces a la' the Italian North, you pasta comes covered in cream. Oh dear Lord! Sunday night I started with a cold artichoke with homemade aioli. This was followed by a papardelle with duck breast and Portabello mushrooms in cream sauce. The pasta was rather original, being made from chestnut flour instead of wheat and the whole effect was magnificant. It was a "my mouth thought it had died and gone to Heaven" meal washed down by a McMurry Pinot Noir and finished off but a small but perfect chocolate mousse. Wow!
Was it worth driving out all the way from Illinois for? Probably not. But if you find yourself in SoCal . . .
Down in the Gay/Lesbian neighborhood of Long Beach is a rather new little bistro that opened in February. Hot Mama's masseuse is also the managing editor of Long Beach magazine and gave her a copy of the latest edition. In the mag was a review of Pate Fraisches that looked so appealing we had to toodle on over for a try. Hot damn! The place is tiny, I doubt that it seats more than 30. The menu lists less than a dozen entree's and a few soups and salads. Even the wine list is restricted but the quality thereupon is first rate.
Pate Fraishes specializes in pasta from the south of France so instead of red tomato sauces or butter sauces a la' the Italian North, you pasta comes covered in cream. Oh dear Lord! Sunday night I started with a cold artichoke with homemade aioli. This was followed by a papardelle with duck breast and Portabello mushrooms in cream sauce. The pasta was rather original, being made from chestnut flour instead of wheat and the whole effect was magnificant. It was a "my mouth thought it had died and gone to Heaven" meal washed down by a McMurry Pinot Noir and finished off but a small but perfect chocolate mousse. Wow!
Was it worth driving out all the way from Illinois for? Probably not. But if you find yourself in SoCal . . .