Tuesday, September 6, 2011
And I have to stay, things started off strong. A creamy corn soup studded with enormous discs of summer truffle would prove to make everything else pale in comparison. It was light in texture but rich in pure corn flavor. And a market vegetable salad was leaps and bounds better than it should have, given its generic description. If I hadn't have seen another table order it, I would've written it off as a tumble of standard mixed greens with a little cheese; instead arrived a gorgeous cornucopia of leaves, flowers, and vegetables both dainty and hearty, daubed with unctuous knobs of creamy ricotta. Sauteed sea scallops toed that same line of excellence, three hulking specimens crusted golden atop a pile of Sicilian-style agrodolce of roasted little cauliflorettes and raisins.
Entrees demarcated a slide downhill, however. Although this could have been poor ordering: one entree we selected was literally just disgusting. The salmon cooked sous-vide with blueberries, shiitakes and juniper lamb jus sounded so novel I had to try it. And be glad I did so you can stay as far away from it as possible. It was so bad it may have unfairly polluted the rest of my experience, but its weird, gelatinous consistency and revolting appearance were at unfortunate harbingers of the insipid globule that lie on the plate, flecked with the incongruous pairing of tasteless blueberries and miniscule shiitakes. The shrimp may, then, have been better than I recall, but the salmon disaster really tainted the whole evening. Trying to rally, though, I plowed through it, and the shrimp were fine and the grits okay, fingers of okra killed with breading and not much to else to really salvage things at this point. There were four other entree options available, though, and had we bypassed that salmon for the strip/pork/chicken or bass, the entire evening may have panned out differently. So I wouldn't write off Ellabess entirely just for that salmon catastrophe. Hopefully it is even off the menu by now.
Desserts took a more positive turn, as sugar/fat/flour so often does. The best was the waffle souffle: a sweet little pot of fluffy mapley goodness, studded with candied pecans for crunch and a scoop of maple ice cream aside. This is the ultimate breakfast-for-dessert concoction, and for sweet tooths could even serve vice-versa, paired maybe with a nice fruit compote instead of ice cream. The peach cobbler sundae was disappointingly not at a cobbler at all, but ginger roasted fruit in a cookie tuile. And the tuile was a little too pliant, and its peaches a bit starchy, but with a crumble of cornmeal streusel and served a la mode, it was still mostly tasty. The dessert that jumped out at me most from the menu, though, was the clafouti, strictly because of my rhubarb obsession. And that compote of pie fruit stewed just long enough for the chunks to remain intact and a bit of signature pucker, along with the sweet corn ice cream, was flawless. The clafouti itself? Eh. I kind of picked out the chunks of rhubarb from the cakey crust, but much of my pickiness had to do with having long past reached a decidedly sufficient level of fullness.
All in all, Ellabess shows a little more promise than have her cohorts nearby. Only time will tell if she can supersede the jinx. The name comes from an infantilized pronunciation of the street upon which she resides, but unless hotel guests provide a steady enough patronage, she's going to have to pull up her big girl pants to strengthen her virtues and out-grow the weaknesses.
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