We were only 7 in all for dinner since Tad & Chako are currently in the US for vacation (my other sister, Pia, brother-in-law Harry, and niece Suyin live in the US).
1 of 3 orders of Moules de Bouchot à la Marinièr (with fries).
1 of 2 orders of Marc's signature Terrine of Foie Gras.
1 of 2 orders of Roasted Foie Gras on Risotto.
We also had 2 orders of Escargots à la Bourguignonne (which were attacked before I got to take a photo). With the foregoing, we had a bottle of 2008 Louis Jadot Chassagne-Montrachet. I chose to bring this wine because my sister, Reena, only really likes whites and Catha favors chardonnay based whites. This is quite a good village level Chassagne-Montrachet - medium-bodied, smooth, very accessible, fair depth in its vaguely nutty, moderately butter and mineral infused, very lightly honeyed ripe apple, pear and minor citrus, with nuances of butter and vanilla/oak.
Joaqi, Catha, & Dad.
Lorenzo, Reena, & Mauro.
All the boys, including Joaqi, really like the moules.
Ravioli Stuffed w/ Foie Gras
A night's special: Roasted Duck Tenderloin which Catha raved about.
I had the red decanted upon our arrival...
...and served it with the main courses, mine being a rare Boeuf Onglet with Caramelized Onions & Fries. 1996 Château Clinet - Last time I tried this was around 4 or so years ago, and it was so tightly wound and unforgiving that I reserved judgment. Now, after around 45 minutes to an hour's decanting for aeration, it opened up nicely, showing earthy, deeply-veined midnight cherry, raspberry, plum, underlying blackcurrant, pipe tobacco, hints of loam, dark chocolate and vanilla, cedar and violets. There is a quiet, masculine, smoldering power in this, though it is smoothly muscled. Still young for sure but is coming along very well. Something for the cellar and, with material aeration and hearty cuisine, for occasional current enjoyment as well. Classy wine.
Lemon Soufflé
Chocolate-Grand Marnier Soufflé
Apricot Galette
Raspberry & Almond Tart (1 of 2, compliments of Marc)
Some coffees and double espressos later, eschewing the thoughtfully offered digestifs, we called it a night and headed back home. Happy birthday again, Dad, and, until the next!