Your humble blogger:
November 30, 2005
Cocoliquot.
A cool new restaurant in Madison, specializing in small plates. A tiny coq au vin in a crepe. A little risotto. A cold (!) omelette. A trio of tiny soups. It's very dark in here, and very stylish:
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Methinks our humble blogger is a bit too dark...picture-wise that is!
What else is on the bill of fare there?
Our humble blogger who, I guarantee you, did not eat a cold omelette (but does look as though she may have had a glass of wine.)
You're right. I also didn't eat the rabbit sausage! No squirrel on the menu unfortunately. It was really dark. I worked over those photos to make things more visible.
And look at that right hand... what? - no bling!?! But however does she say, "me" ?
Ann -
Where is this new place located? On state street? What did it replace?
Nice place. Is it an overpriced as Wisconsin's Dells?
You look very stylish in the stylish restaurant.
I love dark restaurants and dark bars.
How are "small plates" different than tapas?
I'm guessing that the dishes are served tapas-style but aren't Spanish in origin. There's a place here in Chicago called Green Zebra that does a vegetarian rendition of "small plates."
Where I live, we call everything small plates "tapas" regardless of its ethnic origin. Vegetarian tapas, Ethiopian tapas, and Caribbean tapas all come immediately to mind.
Ann! You should always get photographed in restaurants!
Remember that Vermeer one of you in 3/4 profile which Nina took in the sushi resto?
That was majestic Althouse.
This version, is the beebop Althouse -- looking very Coltrane with that hint of disdain in your eye, almost challenging the viewer/blog reader:
"You want a piece of me, Atrios? Brang it! You blog with me, you blog with the best"
Cheers,
Victoria
Our humble blogger who, I guarantee you, did not eat a cold omelette (but does look as though she may have had a glass of wine.)
A glass? A bottle.
Kendall-Jackson, of course, because it is BoBo-heaven in Madison.
Mind you, I would've bent the elbow in that joint too. If only to blur my vision since it's as dark as the Batcave in there.
Cheers,
Victoria
H-Freaks, nah dude, I know tapas. We have Spanish tapas in San Francisco too.
Maybe my usage of "tapas" comes from abbreviating "tapas-style" which became popular shortly after tapas became popular. Until Althouse's post, I'd never heard anyone say "small plates". We just say "tapas". "Small plates" sounds funny. Like they belong in a doll house.
Is Alito the State's Advocate in Criminal Cases?
Ann, I thought you were cracking down on these types of nonsense posts that are WAAAAAY OT to the thread.
Ugh, what a bad vibe.
Cheers,
Victoria
You forgot to say WHERE it is (as Justin pointed out). It's on King Street, the second block down from the Capital.
I'm not trying to use "small plates" as a technical term. The place is French, not Spanish, so tapas seems wrong.
The third picture, with Ms.Althouse in it, made three things come to mind, though I am not sure why:
"Mona Lisa" as sung by Nat King Cole.
"Waiting for the Miracle" by Leonard Cohen.
and "Waiting for Godot"
It looks almost like she is sitting waiting for something, but what? or for someone, but who?
Waiting for something grand, deep and meaningful, brought to her by some great savior or lover, or simply waiting for a small plate, in the hands of a waiter?
This explains why no Apprentice blogging...emelesso [isn't that how The Martha says it] version?
Sorry about that, I had thought that a few days ago, you said that you were interested in pointers to interesting articles.
Art: No. But this one could have used a bigger crowd too. I'm trying to send folks over.
Quxxo: That doesn't justifying a completely off topic comment. If you don't want to email it, put it on a post where it's relevant. I get all the comments emailed to me, so I will see it.
Isn't the small plates thing a signature element of the whole Nouvelle Cuisine approach. Except that the movement is rather vieux, these days, at least according to Wiki.
Man, now I'm feeling hungry! I think I'll go have some of the home-made soup I invented yesterday. Madison's a little too far away to drive to for brunch.
I get all the comments emailed to me, so I will see it.
Egads, why do you do this to yourself?
I like the hand on chin pose too...Ann does it better than Josh Marshall who looks like a sad sack when he does it.
Actually, the small plates thing is a great way to increase the size of the average bill as most people end up ordering more than they would if faced with a choice of "standard" fare.
A friend of mine went this way at his Chinese restaurant over a decade ago, offering small samples of "regional cuisine." It sure goosed the average bill, which made him happy, and his customers liked the idea of sampling smaller portions of unfamiliar dishes.
Quxxo: So I can delete inappropriate stuff (including the spam that gets past the word verification).
Ann is a hottie! I can't believe they were calling her (editted) on lgf.
Here's a tip for you lads.
When you're complimenting a lady, make sure you don't say something like:
"Dayum, you're way hot! I can't believe those other folks called you as ugly as a toeless sock!"
That always struck me as not only rudely uminaginative, but a not-so-subtle backhanded 'compliment'.
Cheers,
Victoria
Victoria already beat me to it, but that 'compliment' reminds me of the political strategy of repeating rumors about an opponent so that you can distance yourself from those rumors (but at the same time remind the public constantly about those rumors)
'My opponent can't be a pedophile, he's a good and decent man, those that say he is a pedophile, that they have seen him leering at children, that claim he looks at illicit porn constantly are probably mistaken, I for one don't want to hear anyone ever again mentioning accusations of pedophilia about my opponent.'
Not bad for a restau 'BCBG.' Someone might mention to the owner, however, that the proper spelling's 'coquelicot.'
Be: They know it's a misspelling but they told me they liked the misspelling.
Perhaps it's a hand-me-down fetish from my parents, but I refuse to eat in dark resturants, no matter how chi-chi or well reviewed they may be. I'll drink in a dark place, actually I prefer dark bars, but I need to see my food plainly!
And...EXCELLENT pic of you, Ann.
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