Hi Bouchon Bakery, how are you? I know we’re friends and that I’ve visited you many times in the past. I love your tuna nicoisse tartine and your roasted tomato soup with grilled cheese and your subtle salad with watercress, apples and blue cheese. But what’s the deal with your heirloom tomato salad?
I visited you two weeks ago and ordered the heirloom tomato salad thinking that it’d arrive as it does at most restaurants in summer: a painter’s palette of colors, textures, and flavors. Heck, even when I serve one it looks like that (see here.)
Yet yours arrived with a mound of peppery arugula, partially cooked beans, grilled bread and–here’s the shocking part–two slices of one heirloom tomato. No, not a whole heirloom tomato even; just two slices of heirloom tomato. In an heirloom tomato salad.
Yo, I’m not disrespecting you or anything but: Bouchy, that ain’t cool. When I order an heirloom tomato salad, I want heirloom tomatoes. Lots of them. That’s why I ordered it.
Thanks for letting me vent, B. I still got love for you.