I also enjoyed dinner at Turquoise. What impressed me was the careful cooking: nothing undercooked or overcooked. Some tiny twists made the dishes for me, including the bread soaked with spiced yoghurt under the lamb, and the hint of cinnamon with the lemon-caper chicken. And how
about that bread with the black and white sesame seeds? I wish I knew where to buy it, but it must be made in-house.
Best of all, Turquoise fills the need for a "nice" spot to take friends who really aren't terribly adventurous in terms of ingredients, but who want to feel that in dining with you, they have pushed the envelope of their culinary comfort zones and had an "experience." It's tricky: in this situation I tend to end up feeling dissatisfied and a bit dishonest while the friends rave or, on the other hand, vaguely guilty for choosing something too challenging for their tastes while they politely move food around their full plates. With these friends at Turquoise, I would instead be satisfied with a good meal.
And with LTH-ers, I would be grateful, as I was last night, for the company of kindred spirits. Thanks, germuska, for organizing. I enjoyed meeting your friend.
Man : I can't understand how a poet like you can eat that stuff.
T. S. Eliot: Ah, but you're not a poet.