Have I mentioned I am married to a chef?
Seriously, ladies – If you are not already in a serious relationship, find yourself a chef to marry. It makes life delicious. And it helps if he’s really hot and a pretty amazing guy, too. That makes life delicious, attractive and awesome.
This is my delicious, attractive and awesome chef husband Brad.
When Brad and I are not working in a restaurant, we are eating amazing food or planning the next amazing food that we have to put in our mouths. For us, life pretty much revolves around meals. What we are eating now, what we will eat next, and where we have to eat soon.
We get two nights a week off together (if we’re lucky) and we usually have planned out early in the week what we are cooking one of those nights and where we are eating the other night. When you live in LA, there are a million amazing hole in the wall restaurants just waiting to serve you up your most amazing meal ever. We are seldom disappointed.
This weekend (our weekend is Thursday/Friday. It’s kind of awesome.), we finally got to try out Son of a Gun, which is an AMAZING restaurant on 3rd in Hollywood right by the Farmer’s Market. The chef/owners used to work with Brad’s boss, Ben Ford, and then branched out to write a cookbook, a catering business and eventually started their own place. Their first restaurant was Animal, a meat based concept that is also down in Hollywood and also amazing. Brad loves the amount of bacon, pork belly, and foie gras that is on this menu. I wish there were more vegetables. But last time we were there we ate across from Drew Barrymore and Justin Long, so I don’t complain too much.
One day I will give Son of a Gun a proper review, but for now I’m just going to tell you it was amazeballs. Reminded me of a classed up East Coast seafood shack… Felt like home.
So this brings me to tonight. I felt like steak. We decided we would grill. We went a little crazy at Whole Foods and thought we were having more people eating, so we got a ridiculous amount of food. This is usually the way our nights go when we decide to stay in instead of go out for dinner.
I skyped with my mom and dad while Brad chopped, diced, mixed and tenderized, so I cannot take credit for hardly anything on the table. I did , however, make the horseradish cream sauce, and I did do a lot of the dishes afterward. And Gibson helped out whenever she was needed to clean the floor, so we all contributed in some way.
The final menu?
Heirloom tomato salad with burrata. Grilled potatoes and corn on the cob. Olive oil bread (Brad called it “Mario Bread” because he totaly stole the recipe from Mario Batali’s restaurant). And last but certainly not least – Skirt steak with chimmichurri and my horseradish cream sauce.
Just a typical Friday night meal.
To those who we thought were coming over for dinner, you totally missed out. But don’t worry, we have lots of leftovers. And we will probably do it again next Friday night, so clear your schedules.