Whatever comes to the top of my head, the tip of my tongue, or any other place my words happen to form.
Somehow it escaped my notice that Bobby Flay‘s flagship restaurant, the Mesa Grill, closed last month after 22 years, apparently due to some sort of real-estate kerfuffle.
I have a normally healthy suspicion of “celebrity chef” restaurants. But the Mesa was a class act all the way. I can’t imagine that the Southwest-tinged food has become tired, because we ate there a scant 10 months ago and it was surely one of the best meals of our trip. Gracious and friendly but not obsequious service and potent cocktails were nice touches.
Here are some memories from the late eatery.
Blue corn pancake with barbecued duck and Habanero-star anise bbq sauce. Mr. S-P proclaimed this one of the great duck dishes of all time.
Goat cheese queso fundido with serrano vinaigrette and blue corn chips for dipping. Pure gooey stinky indulgence.
Spice-rubbed pork tenderloin, with a bourbon-ancho sauce and a sweet potato-pecan tamale.
Cascabel-chile crusted rabbit with almond couscous.
Toasted coconut layer cake. Yes, it was every bit as delicious as it looks.