A real and new favourite this evening. J. and I went to Oliver's on Water Street.
Our friend S. is a server there.
J. wore a push-up because she knows I get her boobs in every picture.
They start with fresh bread and blueberry butter.
(I ate one piece of bread and J. asked me to eat the other, and I said no, and she accidentally said, VERY LOUDLY, "EAT IT, DICKHEAD!"
Died.)
We started with fish cakes and steak tartare.
And for our main we had the special of the day, duck ragu. It is the best pasta I've ever had. The noodles were lasagna-shaped but very thin, and the ragu - despite being a red sauce - was so rich and creamy. It's blown every other pasta I've ever had away, second place isn't even close.
And for dessert we split a Guinness brownie with raspberry jam, ice cream, whipped cream, and butterscotch sugar.