Thursday, August 9, 2007
No Trifling Matter
Newly opened Salt House, which has received rave reviews, had been on my go-see list almost since my first month back to SF last year. So, when the opportunity came up to go try it out (and for free, no less—thanks, boss!), I jumped. After throwing back a couple handfuls of the addictive roasted nuts tossed in truffle honey, I got handed the house ground burger smothered in NY cheddar and a towering pile of some of the best crispety-crunchety onion strings I've ever had. The burger, juicy, messy and wonderfully seasoned, was enormous. And it was so much better—by leaps and bounds—than the sad Absinthe burger I'd had a couple of months back.
But the thing that made me swoon was the strawberry trifle. Moist cake, juicy berries and airy whipped cream with the crunch of shortbread cookies to provide a contrasting texture ... the most splendid of desserts that had us wishing we'd each ordered our own so we didn't have to share. Ah well, there's always next time.