Trebol and a Tequila Girl
Last Friday night, My Pirate took me out to Trebol for
dinner. I’ve wanted to go for over a
year now because they cook local and seasonal organic ingredients plus they
have a roof top garden to reduce water run off.
But my main reason is that they have over 75 different tequilas in their
bar. I’m such a tequila girl.
I punctuate all the big moments in my life with
tequila. So, this past Friday, I wanted
to sip some tequila and toast my grandpa’s life.
We ordered the flight of El Tequileno tequilas to taste. The
flight demonstrated how tequila changes when it is aged in American Oak Casks.
The Anejo had been aged over 12 months and it looked and smelled more like a
rich bourbon than tequila. It was delicious while we nibbled on an
appetizer of crunchy tacos.
The pineapple and habanero margarita with a cumin spiced rim
was sweet and very spicy. But far too
spicy for My Pirate. His loss.
We enjoyed our dinners and I snapped a few shots on My Pirate's iPhone. The food was thoughtfully prepared, and beautiful with balanced flavors. While we were eating, My Pirate leaned in
close to me and said, “I never enjoy a meal out at a restaurant as much as I
enjoy your cooking at home.”
And I about fell off my stool. What a sweet talker…he’s definitely a keeper. Don’t you think?
And then we shared the fried spice donut holes topped with
chocolate mouse and served with Chantilly cream for dessert. Then he swept me off my feet.
