Saturday, 3/10/18

My  second (annual?) trip to Boston for an Icelandic dinner with my mom and her friend Alice. This year it was at a restaurant called the Townsman. The venue was prettier, I thought, and the food that was from their regular menu (an amuse that was a little rutabaga dumpling and brown bread with togarashi) was very nice. I would go there if I ever actually went to Boston.
Here is the menu:

The first course didn't grab me right away, but the intensely lemony cream on the bottom won me over. The Artic char was, by consensus, the favorite.  I enjoyed the whole meal, but we think the menu last year was a little better---more complex. Still, I ate every crumb.

Pretty dessert-you couldn't really taste the beets

I had made a flan for Jason to bring to Jenny and David's, and I confess that I had some when I got home. It was excellent, even though it didn't feature freeze dried white chocolate.