couple things. first, i'm poor and have always been mostly poor. this was a big deal for me, and i don't mean to sound dramatic, but fairly life-changing. i get excited about trio's descriptions for this reason, and i hope to go there one day. that champagne starter was the huge green flag that told me that i had no idea what we'd gotten ourselves into. it was like drinking featherweight gold (and the bill thought so too). this was without contest the best food i've ever had. the mango shooter wasn't my favorite though (and no idea where you got that :p). i was obsessed with the melonjuice at the start, because wow...it was so simple, but i really love honeydew melon. there was some kind of magic in that pale green glass. my night's highlight was the poached hamachi. aside from being the best fish i've ever had, it was the best thing i can ever remember tasting. it didn't look too bad, either. speaking of seafood, the fighting fishbowl, though it wasn't mine, was something i was stealing from a little too much. amazing. the only thing throughout the night that i wasn't blown away by was the lamb chop. i'm not a big meat-on-the-bone eater, and it was still good considering that fact. however, it was still the least remarkable thing that was set in front of me all night. the reason i was so slow eating was that i knew the chances of me ever being able to come back. i was smelling every last thing, and dragging it out. i don't have the sharpest memory the past few years, and these were things i didn't want to forget. i may have taken an extra 30 seconds to smell each thing on the table, but i now have a database in my head of all those wonderful things that i can't lose (yay stupid smell memory). class warriorship aside, this place was worth the money. i can't believe i just said that. if i ever honestly feel i have the means, i will return.
