Somehow, today has turned into a busy day. Bank and Post Office visits before noon. Then I must fit in a ritual watching of The Music Man before an early dinner at what is said to be The Best Restaraunt in Town, Farmhaus.
The menu at Farmhaus is limited and random. From memory, it reads something like this:
Breakfast (served at dinner): heritage eggs gently fried and served with vintage potatoes over lavash and a squash ragout.
Nachos: Toasted chips made with locally-grown corn niblets, covered with a melange of seven raw milk and aged cheeses, layered with frisee and local dandelion greens.
Meatloaf: A beef pastiche from local naturally deceased cows is wrapped in bacon from cultured European pigs.
I don't remember seeing any desserts.
A few weeks ago, a group of people from work had plans to go en masse to Farmhaus. On the day of, the organizer Steve called and was told, "no way, no how, we don't take reservations for more than four people." The group broke up for the evening and I went to House of Wong, where I got peking duck and a text from Steve: "Farmhaus was quite happy to seat just one person. It was delicious."
Sadly, it was a lie. At any rate, Gary and I are headed there. After, we head to the Paula Poundsone concert.