This may be the first time I’ve felt compelled to blog about fries. Could be because I don’t eat as many as the next guy, or it could be that I’ve never tasted any where I thought, “The world must know about these fries!”
I’ll get to the fries in a sec, but first a few pics of Poste and other parts of the meal. I’ve actually been there twice in the past week and a half – once for dinner and once for drinks.
An elegant entryway makes you feel as though you’re going someplace with class.
The roomy courtyard is an ideal spot for drinks. A couple of friends and I lounged there this past Saturday night and it couldn’t have been more pleasant — not at all the mob scene I half expected. People out of town for the weekend?
Back to the dinner I’d had a few days before. Didn’t get a chance to shoot a pic of the dining room, but trust me, it’s nice inside.
I had the suckling pig over polenta and ramps.
Good entrée (especially the ramps), but as often happens in nice restaurants where presentation trumps quantity, not enough food. Really could have used a larger portion. When you’re charging moderately high prices, all I ask if that you provide enough to eat that I don’t have to dive back into the bread basket to fill up.
The dessert of chocolate pave and ice cream was excellent. So smooth.
And then a few complimentary cookies to send us on our way.
So as you can see, it was a solid meal. But what I’ll continue to remember most about Poste are the truffle frites. And it’s all my friend Tanya’s fault, because she’s the one who wrote this when three of us we were planning the dinner:
“There is no time like the present to get Doug addicted to their fries.”
See, I was entrapped. I feel like Anthony Weiner when he discovered Twitter. There was no turning back.
The truffle frites are a magical concoction of thinly cut potatoes, and what tasted like truffle oil, garlic and parsley or chives. Truffle oil has a certain earthy, indefinable quality to it, but you know it’s there.
My friend Charmaine and I shared this order, though I’m rather positive either of us could have polished it off on our own.
My takeaway on Poste is this: nice restaurant, great courtyard, good food (though portions could be larger), and awesome truffle frites. If anything, just have drinks in the courtyard and order the frites.
555 8th St. NW