Pure Torture

Having a food blog has got a lot of little perks. Friends go all out when they have you over for dinner, getting invitations to food events, meeting other like-minded foodies, the joys of going back and reminiscing over past meals.

But sometimes, believe it or not, it can be difficult and even torturous. Like today for example. I received an email from a friend of mine who is in New York city as we speak, eating a fantastic meal. I think he may have forgotten that it's Rachelle EATS food, I love when I'm eating. Not looking at food, not drooling over what someone else had. What brings me pleasure is eating it.

That said, I thought I'd share my torture of the day with you too. He's at Jean Georges. A restaurant at the Trump Hotel across from Central Park.

First I received this. The menu alone had me drooling.

Followed by the tuna tartare.

His wife's main.

And then his.

Oh, please, don't forget the wine!

Hazelnut torte with red wine sorbet and strawberries.

Chocolate molten cake with vanilla bean ice cream.

Yeah, thanks Jean-Marc. Thanks a lot.