Here's a short post about my lunching outing with my SIL from Aliso Viejo. She and her husband Bert's oldest bro) came down to visit Bert's mom as well as help her clean out her house. I picked her up for lunch while Bert's side of the famly did their thing. I never knew this until she told me, but whenever she visits San Diego, she and her husband either only go down south to his mom's, or the Carlsbad outlets to shop, or to Chula Vista (where we live), or to La Jolla. She'd never been to the other parts of San Diego. I suggested North Park's Urban Solace. Here's an old post of mine here. We were originally going to go to Mille Feuille in Hillcrest (we made plans for this late last year), but unfortunately, they closed a few months ago. I thought about Extraordinary Desserts' Little Italy location but decided against it because I didn't want to deal with metered parking spaces. Plus, I knew that Heaven Sent Desserts was just a few steps away from Urban Solace...yes, the wheels were turning.
My chicken salad sandwich with tarragon mayo, served with a side of sweet potato fries. Again, I ditched most of the bread and picked mine apart. The bread was brioche I believe. I liked the tarragon mayo - that's an herb I hardly ever use or eat. Interesting flavor it had. Why am I speaking like Yoda? I know not. Ha ha. Lame. Yes. But the food? Not bad...loved the sweet potato fries.
The other half of our buttermilk biscuits with sweet orange butter. We had eaten several already before I realized, "Picture!". How sad and sick indeed - the compulsive mind of a food blogger that is.
My SIL's plate - the Fish and Chips. I didn't try it, but she seemed to really like it. The fish portions were also substantial.
Went down a few doors to Heaven Sent Desserts where we chatted over dessert. This is her macaroon...which she proclaimed to be the best one she's EVER had. High praise indeed. She's a really great cook and an even better baker. The macaroon was .80 which she had with coffee.
This was my dessert - which I forgot the name of, but it was triangular and chocolate covered (as you can see) and, best of all, filled with chocolate mousse. Plus I tend to think that everything looks better on a nice white plate. And it does.
Cross section of the dessert that has no name:
My drink was an Italian soda but that isn't really as exciting to look at as the dessert you see above. With the end of August fast approaching, I barely remember what happened this particular day. I hardly ever see my SIL (we've stayed at their house a few times this year before flying up to Portland and driving down the coast) so it was very nice to finally go out, relax, have lunch and all that girl stuff I hardly ever do.
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