Teresa's Restaurant, Jacques Torres, Saul

Today we started out by heading south on the #2 subway to the Prospect Park area, in order to find a weekend Weight Watchers meeting. We did our last lifetime check-ins just before we left Saint John, and there isn't much of August left, so we needed to find ourselves a WW scale.

We had no problems with the subway, but once we got to Grand Army Plaza, we did have some trouble finding the place. After a bit of walking in the wrong direction, a helpful doorman pointed us the right way. We got in, got weighed, and got out. Happily, both of us were well below the danger zone, even after the chaotic first couple of weeks in NYC when we ate out quite a few times. Woot!

We headed back to our neighbourhood, and after a bit of walking around, we went to a place called Teresa's Restaurant to get some breakfast. We ate outside, sitting at a little shaded table in the sidewalk cafe area. I enjoyed my breakfast of eggs, panfried hashbrowns, and Polish sausage, but Suzy's scrambled eggs were far from spectaclular, and we neither of us were very fond of the heavy, dry toast we got. We'll try somewhere else for breakfast next time we've got the urge.

After breakfast, we went for a walk into the DUMBO area (Down Under the Manhattan-Brooklyn Overpass) and ended up stopping in at Jacques Torres Chocolate. There we got a couple of cookies for later and a big ice cream sandwich for ... immediately. It was really good, though for my tastes it was a bit too chocolaty, with chocolate ice cream between two large, loaded chocolate chip cookies. They also have ones with strawberry ice cream, which I'll have to try sometime. Many years from now, once this one is out of my system. It was great, but huge, and the two of use couldn't quite finish it together.

We headed home, stopping outside a large dog park on the way to watch the critters run around and play. Once we got home, we basically crashed after our morning of walking combined with the sugar rush from Jacques Torres.

That night we went to Saul, a restaurant on Smith Street in Brooklyn. It was fantastic! They started us with a chilled cucumber soup, which was spicy (and, sorry Suzy, laced with tasty cilantro); it was quite good. For appetizers, Suzy had foie gras and I had hamachi, which is yellowtail sashimi; both were very good.

Suzy had the special, which was a trio of lamb: a small chop, a lamb sausage, and another tender cut (I can't remember what it was); they were very good, though the sausage didn't match the rest, really. I had a small steak, served with garlic "scented" (the new word for "flavoured" I suppose?) mashed potatoes and oyster mushrooms; it was incredibly good -- probably the best beef dish I've had.

Now, the really impressive thing about this restaurant was that the dessert actually matched up to the meal. Hurray! This hardly ever happens. Most places that do a fantastic meal often have mediocre desserts. Suzy had a mini chocolate cake with a small side of ice cream, which was very good, and I had the Baked Alaska, which is one of their signature dishes; it was really great -- coffee ice cream on a soft chocolate cookies base, with, of course, the merangue over top that was soft on the inside and just slightly crisp on the outside. Outstanding.

All-in-all, Saul was great, and is going to be somewhere we end up going again, for certain.

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