Took the girlfriend to Geronimo's saturday night. Late reservations, assuaged by good gin and tonics beforehand.
Started with hickory smoked duck breast over arugula in a preserved, smoked apricot dressing, minimally so (this is good). I ordered this because just that day i was talking to someone about the merits and de-merits of duck. You could smell the smokiness of the duck as soon as it hit the table--five great red slabs of meat. I can only explain that the smokiness of the duck, the peppery nature of the arugula, and the sweet/smoky interplay of the apricots went wonderfully together. A simple enough starter, exceptionally done.
Also had their lobster chowder, with mung beans and fried blue points. Only mis-step of the night, and, to tell you the truth, I don't even know why I ordered it. But, no lobster chunks, but rather a pureed broth, poured over a semblance of finely diced mirepoix, uncooked. This provided interesting texture, though the oysters lacked crispness (though not flavor), and the broth in general was, well, very bland. Oh well.
Then, had Charred King salmon with shrimp and smoked jalapeno risotto, baby spinach, dilled crema and crispy fried shallots. This dish was amazing. Perfectly grilled salmon--rare as could be on the inside--and the best part about the dish was the risotto, primarily because they didn't dumb down the spice of the jalapenos--very piquant, and played well off the creaminess of the shrimp and risotto. Dilled crema was perfect additive to the dish.
Highlight of the night was Peppery elk tenderloin with apple wood smoked bacon, roasted garlic fork-mashed Yukon gold potatoes, sugar snap peas and creamy brandied mushroom sauce, the latter holding morels. I've never had elk tenderloin, but it arrived, surprisingly and thankfully, intact--no slices arrayed across the plate as i've seen so often with pork tenderloin and the like (I refer to pork because the piece was much smaller in circumference than a beef tenderloin). It was a huge length of tenderloin, and it had this wonderful soft and dense texture. Bacon and morels only highlighted the wonders of this dish.
All this played off our 2001 Peacock Family Vineyards Cab Sauv immaculately.
Only thing that bothered me about the restaurant was that the waiter seemed to dismiss us, as if we were about to order a Cobb salad and Michelob. This was no doubt on account of that we're young, and it is my biggest peeve in the world of restaurants. I think he realized we weren't there for high school prom after the wine order, but he doted much more on others, and left us to fill our own wine from the decanter. Not wise, my friend. Not wise. (the problem is--if we let him know our distaste for the poor service via a detraction from his tip, we are no doubt reinforcing his ideas of young people and what he can expect in return from them--any solutions?)
Happened to be in a bar later that night, the Green Onion, and met a man by the name of John Stottler, who said he opened as a chef Geronimo's way back when. He praised the elk tenderloin (it was unclear whether this was his creation). He also went on a mite rant about Mark Miller of Coyote Cafe and his apparent betrayal and destruction of various restaurants. John was a nice man, though.
Anyways--absolutely wonderful meal, and I will be back.
Also hit Harry's Roadhouse for breakfast rellenos, and also drank my fill of Second Street Brewery, where my girlfriend's good friend Jordy is assistant brewer. She knows her beer, and their IPA is a hop-head's heaven.