Back story: For my final project in culinary school, we were tasked with making the "perfect meal," which, for me is an assortment of my favorite Chinese dishes: Peking duck, Red-braised pork belly and egg tarts. The actual menu ended up being a little different because I had a three-hour window to cook everything, I really wanted to try and mix things up a bit, wanted to tell a bit of a story about myself and my cooking and my 'journey' and make inexpensive, delicious food. My final meal ended up Peking duck confit, Red-braised pork back and a de-constructed Portuguese egg tart. The pork was particularly well-received and Chef Grandon asked for the recipe to use at his club.
My fab friend Kevin and I bugged the chef to go to the club until he relented (we totally did too) and we were expecting to go to the club just to taste the dish quietly in the kitchen, but amazingly, we ended up with a fantastic meal. What a great night!
We had to get dressed up because Saturday nights in the dining room require men to wear jackets, so Kevin put on a suit and I wore a white dress and walked into the most old-school, New England, upper-crust club ever. Kevin joked we'd be the only minorities in there, the Asian and her homo... he wasn't kidding. We stuck out a bit, but not so much that it distracted from the food.
We had a quick cocktail in the bar area (G+T for him, whiskey sour for me) and chatted before being escorted into the dining room. Chef popped out to tell us we should do the full menu with wine and feel free to be wined and dined. Clearly, neither of us were going to say no, so we cracked open the menu and saw this:
Kevin and I ordered, they poured us some sparkling wine and out came the pork...
Next was a lovely, crisp salad before we had lamb kidney chops. They were HUGE and looked so good that it completely slipped my mind to take a photo before I had a bite, but you should get the idea:
We had a warm chocolate cake with butter pecan ice cream for dessert, which while delicious, nearly made us explode with food. We ended up chatting with Charles for a while and taking a tour of the club's kitchen and other dining areas. By time we finally left, Kevin and I were drowsy from fullness and booze and so very happy.
The big tragedy of it all was that we'll likely never eat at the club again and Charles is easily the best chef in Boston. There was a refined quality to the food that made sense and wasn't pretenous, the food was perfectly cooked and seasoned but also full of complexity, depth and flavor. It was everything a beautiful dinner should be because Charles and the great staff at the club get it... they were snooty or bitchy like the people at Gary Danko, the food was interesting, fun and delicious international fare like Masa, and, the entire experience and wine pairing was thoughtful like French Laundry.
If you ever have the chance, get a membership to the Winchester Country Club and have dinner there often... and invite me.