Barbara and I had a special dinner last night at Gaslight, a “classic French restaurant in the South End of Boston” in their own words.
The first thing to say is that they have free parking in their own parking lot! If you know the South End, you recognize this as a rarity to be cherished.
Anyway, we had an excellent meal: Barbara started with a cocktail I had never heard of, called a Rosencrantz (Guildenstern didn’t show up), while I started with a French onion soup; then Barbara had steak frites, done medium rare exactly as requested, and I had duck confit (always hard to find), which came with an astonishingly good combination of sherry gastrique, farro, roquefort, and golden chard (hold the roquefort, please!, which of course they did); finally molten chocolate cake for a surprise dessert. All yummy, and providing enough to take some home as left-overs.