What's good? How about this?
The Lady takes me to dinner at Le Petit Poi. She starts with Onion Soup and moves on the Cassoulet special, while I go for the Steak Tartare (did you know that it's technically illegal to serve Steak Tartare in Virginia? As of next week, it's off the menu, according to our waiter...) followed by Bouillabaisse. We accompany this with Kir Royals and a bottle of a neat Australian red blend called The Turk. Very nice.
The Lady and I cap it off with coffee, Armagnac (me), Scotch (her) and a shared Chocolate Mousse.
And this was all done outside on a rather cool evening next to one of those nifty gas powered outdoor heaters. Quite comfortable.
After settling the check, we got up and walked about 30 yards to the Paramount Theater, where we spent the next 2 magical hours with the David Grisman Quintet. Grisman, over the last three decades, has crafted an amazingly unique musical style simply known as Dawg. It really is insufficient to refer to it simply as "bluegrass jazz" or "jazz mandolin." Both The Lady and I were mesmerized by the improvisations put forth by these guys. It's a pretty cool combination: Mandolin, guitar, upright bass, flute (!) and drums.
Bistro French food and Dawg music. That's good.