I have moved way past infatuation..
Last night I got my Moro fix again. You know how I rave about Moro, and if you don't, let me tell you, I love it.
LOVE. IT.
Raving about a restaurant can sometimes be a dangerous thing. I mean, if you bring a friend there what if they hate it? So when Clotilde and I decided to go there for dinner last night, she admitted to me that with all my raving her expectations were pretty high. And we all know that that can, more often than not, result in disappointment.
Oh dear.
I scratched my head in contemplation.
I hadn't even considered that.
I mean, it's Moro.
But suddenly I realized that it was entirely possible that I was blinded by love and maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be her cup of tea at all.
But people, let me just say it. The minute they put that freshly baked bread in front of you and you tear off a doughy chunk of it and dip in that fresh peppery olive oil you will fall hopelessly in love too.
And she did. Just like I knew she would.
I mean really, you could stop there and be happy. But then came the appetizers.
She's French, she wanted to try the sweetbreads with artichokes, preserved lemon and cardamom. I am Canadian, and scared of meats that are vaguely named, as though there is something to hide. But oh my goodness. Sweetbreads? Maybe I don't want to know what you really are made of, but you sure do taste good.
We moved onto charcoal grilled onions and broad beans with salbixada. Neither of us knew what salbixada was, but what the heck. We threw caution to the wind because we are wild and crazy. Turns out it's a spanish chile paste, and it was heavy with the smokey scent of pimenton de la vera. That spanish paprika that I seem to put in everything these days. (Man I love that stuff)
Our mains did not disappoint--mine: a wood roasted chicken with garlic and saffron vinegar and slow cooked green beans. Hers: the fish fattee--a charcoal grilled bream with spring vegetable pilav, dill yogurt, sorrel and pine nuts.
And then came the ultimate question: "Should we share one dessert?"
To which I replied: "No. We should share two."
And so we did.
The spanish cheese plate with membrillo came out and we washed it down with Moro's yogurt cake with pistachios and pomegranate seeds.
My heart beats a little bit faster just thinking about it.
Love will do that to a girl.
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You can find all the pics at Clotilde's Moblog!
Moro Website
LOVE. IT.
Raving about a restaurant can sometimes be a dangerous thing. I mean, if you bring a friend there what if they hate it? So when Clotilde and I decided to go there for dinner last night, she admitted to me that with all my raving her expectations were pretty high. And we all know that that can, more often than not, result in disappointment.
Oh dear.
I scratched my head in contemplation.
I hadn't even considered that.
I mean, it's Moro.
But suddenly I realized that it was entirely possible that I was blinded by love and maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be her cup of tea at all.
But people, let me just say it. The minute they put that freshly baked bread in front of you and you tear off a doughy chunk of it and dip in that fresh peppery olive oil you will fall hopelessly in love too.
And she did. Just like I knew she would.
I mean really, you could stop there and be happy. But then came the appetizers.
She's French, she wanted to try the sweetbreads with artichokes, preserved lemon and cardamom. I am Canadian, and scared of meats that are vaguely named, as though there is something to hide. But oh my goodness. Sweetbreads? Maybe I don't want to know what you really are made of, but you sure do taste good.
We moved onto charcoal grilled onions and broad beans with salbixada. Neither of us knew what salbixada was, but what the heck. We threw caution to the wind because we are wild and crazy. Turns out it's a spanish chile paste, and it was heavy with the smokey scent of pimenton de la vera. That spanish paprika that I seem to put in everything these days. (Man I love that stuff)
Our mains did not disappoint--mine: a wood roasted chicken with garlic and saffron vinegar and slow cooked green beans. Hers: the fish fattee--a charcoal grilled bream with spring vegetable pilav, dill yogurt, sorrel and pine nuts.
And then came the ultimate question: "Should we share one dessert?"
To which I replied: "No. We should share two."
And so we did.
The spanish cheese plate with membrillo came out and we washed it down with Moro's yogurt cake with pistachios and pomegranate seeds.
My heart beats a little bit faster just thinking about it.
Love will do that to a girl.
-------
You can find all the pics at Clotilde's Moblog!
Moro Website
Labels: london, London restaurants, Moro
posted by Michèle at 5:15 AM
8 Comments:
Oh...my....god... I swear...no exaggerations here...I got chills reading this. My mouth dropped open, and all I could think and feel was, oh, thank god Clotilde likes Moro as much as we do, and what???? there are things on the menu I have never heard of or tried. This may be not normal of me...but I think I need to move to London just to be closer to Moro...oh and you too of course.
I know exactly what you mean about overly anticipating someplace...but it’s Moro!
Argh! I've got to stop reading about Moro - I've got to GO there. I'm just so lazy since it and Exmouth Market are waaaay on the other side of town (I'm in west London). But this is just the prompting I need...
It was a fabulous dinner indeed, and it certainly lived up to my expectations! (Note: I've posted the pictures on my moblog.)
"Scared of meats that are vaguely named, as though there is something to hide."
That's funny!
After hearing about Moro for two years now, I feel like I want to plan a trip to London just so I can eat there. Of course, I'm a wee bit farther away than West London...
I definitely have to check this place out! :)
Alisa, well they change the menu weekly so it just means you will have to come visit more often.
Su-lin, yes, you must go! And no excuses about being in West London--its worth the trip I swear it!
Clotilde, next time you are in town we will have to park ourselves at the bar for some tapas. Im telling you, its equally as exciting, and sometimes even more.
Tea, its kind of like the hot dog phenomenon no? Because we all know there are strange things hidden in the cutely named hot dog.
Aside from that, I say do keep Moro on your list. If you ever make it to London let me know and we can make our way through the menu together. ;)
K&S, absolutely! Although again, it is possible its not to everyone's taste, but I always have a ton of fun there.
Wow Michelle! everything on the menu sounds awsome and just like the type of meal I would enjoy, next time I am in London promise me you'll take me there too :)
Ales, I am absolutely sure you would enjoy it! So yes, next time you are in town I promise--you and me--to Moro!
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