Martini — Vesper, cold
Lillet, gin, the smallest peel of lemon. Stirred, not shaken, which is not original.
You are the last guest to arrive.
Tuesday Supper
at the home of E. and C.
the 18th of April · eight o'clock
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Oysters, six, with a single cold mignonette
West Cork rock oysters. The mignonette is shallot, white-wine vinegar, a turn of pepper. That's all.
Cold salted butter & bread
From a bakery on Capel Street. The butter is Doire. It is a very serious piece of bread.
Roast duck, salt-baked celeriac, a pan gravy with orange
The bird was brined three days. The celeriac cracks open at the table; under the salt it steams like a small animal. The gravy pools.
Green salad, nothing on it
Butter lettuce, a dressing of lemon and olive oil made at the table. On principle it contains no cheese.
A tart, plums, burnt sugar
The pastry was pressed in at nine. The plums have been singing in the oven since you opened the door.
Coffee
Alone. Black.
Thank you for coming.
E. & C.
A one-shot. Reload to attend again.