Since it was an impromptu dinner and an even more impromptu dinner invite, I did not have my beloved camera and had to make do with my cell phone camera in its place. Lesson learned is to keep my camera in my car at all times!
DISCLAIMER: The black dots you see in the photos are from the camera phone and have nothing to do with the food whatsoever.
Moving on...
Jack got his inspiration from the Las Vegas Wynn's room service menu of lamb ribs, which came in a double rib serving. "I just hate it when you get only a single rib. That's more like a snack, not a meal," he said. I nodded in complete agreement, thinking how the Wynn was able to do a double lamb rib meal for room service.
He cooked a big batch of lamb ribs, medium rare, whose secret ingredient he said was cinnamon. They were paired with a wonderfully creamy and tangy goat cheese yogurt sauce. My seester ordered the bread and dips such as hummus from Behrouz, and if I am not mistaken, the grilled onions and tomatoes as well.
Jack made the surprise inside this too, can you guess what it was?
Tadah!
Fluffy little golden specks of goodness mixed with some raisins and cashews: couscous!
It was about 9 PM when we sat down to eat and Jack cut the ribs into pairs and served it to us, his guest guinea pigs. We ate the ribs with the couscous, a bit of grilled tomato and that lovely, lovely sauce. The food experience was just phenomenal! The ribs were tasty with none of that gamey flavor and I enjoyed picking the rib up and nibbling off the meat. When some of the ribs on the platter got cold, Jack had them flash pan-fried. We enjoyed the meal with a delicious Chilean Cabernet Sauv.
Our friend Jay had 3 ribs, one double and a single and I found out later that he didn't even like lamb! Talk about being converted!
I had two doubles. You know you are in deep food trouble when you're talking about doubles and you mean double lamb ribs. The outcome of this wonderful meal was my inevitable food coma.
After dinner we went to the music room and watched Kina dance her Michael Jackson moves to Fergie singing Beat It through the Von Schwiekerts. We talked about the upcoming Turning 40 vacay to San Fran in November a little bit after three-year-old Joaquinie left a wet reminder of himself on the floor as he was whisked to bed.
That night I slept like a baby too. It's fun to be a guinea pig.
Thanks for the fab meal, brudder and seester!
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