First, an introduction to Fancy Dinner Club. It started when Drew and I decided that we didn’t need an excuse to go to nice restaurants. We like eating good food—that’s excuse enough. Matt joined us for Meeting #3.
And now you’re introduced.
I’m writing this about a week after Meeting #3, but I want to give as complete a record as possible, so I’ve reach deep into my memory banks to describe the two delicious meals that came before.
Meeting #1 convened at Rincon 38, a tapas restaurant on 38th and Grand in Minneapolis. It was warm enough to sit outside (a plus), and it was Drew’s birthday (another plus). Their beer list was decent—serviceable, but not anything special. Their food was phenomenal.
Get the cauliflower. Seriously, we had, like, a billion tapas and the stupid cauliflower one was easily the best. But I guess if you see “saffron poached cauliflower” on a menu, you’d be an idiot not to get it.
That actually leads to one thing I liked about Rincon 38 that often flies under the radar. The descriptions of each plate on the menu were really well done. Descriptive enough to know what you’re getting, provocative enough to make your mouth water, and just elusive enough to not give anything away. Menu crafting is an art, people! And Rincon 38 aced it.
Anyway, we got a billion other tapas. I don’t remember all the ones we got, but every one was either better or equal to the one that came before it (except for whatever followed the “coliflor”). Rincon 38 is what inspired Fancy Dinner Club—since our excuse for that was Drew’s birthday—so clearly it had to have made an impression.
This is the Iberico plate, one of the tapas we ordered. It is not the cauliflower. It is also not my photo (obviously). I stole it from their website.