Here is a recipe for hating yourself: eat an entire slab of foie gras with a fork and call it an entree.
Obviously and unfortunately, I am saying this from experience - I did it when we ate dinner at Lüke. Other dishes enjoyed include:
- A beautiful fried oyster and avocado salad.
- The bread, which was a mini baguette with salted butter. Lots of “French” restaurants do a cutesy baguette thing, but few do it well.
- My matzo ball and roast chicken soup, like most soups, photographed badly and will not be shown here.
- The spätzle was quite good, if a little bland compared to the rest of the food.
I guess I tried to balance what I was doing to myself with the foie gras terrine by ordering starches? I can already feel that my mom is going to yell at me about this one.