I know I get obsessive about what I eat (it being my job and all that), but when I feel that perfect satiety after an interesting and varied meal, I want to break into song. So, I got a single wedge of cheese from the many offerings (the great washed-rind Harbison from Jasper Hill Farm in Vermont) and washed it down with beer. There was a steamed bun filled with lobster salad on the menu, as well as a grilled sausage link, but both of those items seemed a little bigger than the empty part of my stomach. I gave myself a few minutes to gauge the remaining hunger. I’ve had good meals and bad meals at this restaurant, but the pasta never fails to hit the spot. I had to slow down to savor each of the six fat pasta ribbons and the three shrimp, wiping them around the bowl to get as much sauce as possible to cling. Next up, a half order of handmade black pepper pappardelle pasta with snappy local shrimp in a spicy broth. I’ll eat until I’m almost full - not to diet as much as to feel satisfied.Īt Seven Lamps, I ordered three great little Shigoku oysters and tried not to slurp them down in eight seconds flat. Or one great kitchen-sink burger, no fries, no nothing. I don’t mind at all asking for shrimp cocktail, Brussels sprouts and bread. You can put them together in any way you want. Appetizers, entrees, side dishes, desserts: These words mean nothing. But it will suffice to say I’m happiest when I can build a meal that manages to have a lot going on with just the right amount of food. I have many preachy opinions on why American restaurant portions grew so huge and the damage they do our perceptions of value. I get sick of eating more than I really want, sending waste back to the kitchen or, worst of all, packing up leftovers that won’t travel well and will only serve to degrade my memory of the meal. Most restaurant menus in these Unites States of America are designed to get you to order way more food than a human being should consume at one sitting. The menu - with its sausages, cheeses and pastas - proved a perfect one for me to hack. I ended up at Seven Lamps, the cocktaily, small-plates restaurant in the Shops Around Lenox.
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