During one DRW meal at Beatrice & Woodsley, for example, Bridget learned what a difference an "o" can make:
Beatrice and Woodsley last night was a beautifully conducted affair for myself and three friends- the pacing of the courses, our server's attention, the wine pairings. Almost everything was great. But the dessert! What the hell? All day long I had been looking forward to biting through a thin, crispy shell of macaron into a delightful chewy middle.
What arrived on the dessert plate, while beautiful, was that damn American version, the macaroon. Why didn't I notice the extra "o" on the menu? It was a couple of hard, flat, little almond pancakes. I still shoved them in my mouth, but the disappointment was monumental.
Now, some housekeeping: If you posted your comment before March 1, it is not lost -- the URL just changed with the start of the new month. I'll find your post in our archives and put it back on Lori Midson's master DRW post. If you don't see it there by the end of the day, let me know at [email protected].
In the meantime, get ready for another round of great DRW eating.
