A few weeks ago, the wife and I had a wonderful weekend full of culinary delights, including pies from A la Mode, pizza from Proletariat, and a tasty meal at Ethan Stowell’s new(ish) casual french steakhouse Red Cow.
The space, as my friend and colleague Carolyn described it in her April post, is “quaint yet industrial”. The high-arched ceiling of the main dining area creates a welcoming – though somewhat loud – setting for a casual meeting with a group, or an intimate meal for two.
We began our little culinary journey with their Mountain Lodge Smoked Chèvre, which was featured with crostini, a drizzle of wildflower honey, fresh watercress, and walnuts, and the Frisee and Bacon Salad, which was touched with a simple vinagrette, and topped with croutons and a poached egg.
Being that Red Cow specializes in steak frites, it seemed blasphemous to consider ordering anything but. I had a medium-rare New York strip with the frites, while my wife enjoyed a hanger steak with a side of asparagus topped with sweet pickled onions.
Our waiter was very friendly and helpful, and after helping us pick out a bottle of wine (a delicious, full-bodied 2009 Listrac-Medoc) he recommended that we split one order of the fries (it was a lot) and try a different side as well, and he ultimately expressed his condolences when we shared our further plans for the evening: it was an obligation… let’s leave it at that.
Our pleasant little meal concluded – after a few minutes set aside to allow for digestion – with a satisfying little pour of a smooth but strong shot of espresso, and a plate of profiteroles made with handmade ice cream. The perfect little end to our delicious meal!