"I don't know how you eat more than 2.5 bites of this," I said. "It's so rich." My dining partner agreed.
I love cheese -- hell, I write about it -- but to eat all this and then eat a Parmesan herb-crusted chicken and then eat a slice of cheesecake? Even a French cheesemonger would say, "Eh, maybe it's a little much" and then blow cigarette smoke in your face. But if you're a 13-year-old who survives on Hot Cheetos, Mountain Dew, and mac & cheese? This dish is perfection, and you can probably finish it by yourself.
We left 95% of it untouched on the table, and watched as the cheese congealed.
The waiter dropped off a mojito. "It tastes like the best mojito you've ever had at the airport," I said after taking a sip. By the third sip, it was almost unbearable in its sweetness.
There just isn't a damn thing subtle about this place, is there?