The SO took me to Murray Circle last Friday for dinner, and I tremendously enjoyed it. Murray Circle is one of the Bay Area's many one Michelin star restaurants, and it provides a unique comfort, tucked away underneath the Golden Gate Bridge in the outskirts of beautiful Sausalito. The interior is warm and cozy, with a fireplace, intriguing lighting fixtures and beautiful ceiling. The wait staff are attentive and I felt more relaxed than at other restaurants (like Michael Mina or Manresa), thanks to its down to earth feel. The food is refreshingly unique and well prepared. The SO and I shared the Grand Tasting Menu as well as the Winter Game and Truffles menu over a spätlese from Dr. Loosen (Murray Circle has a great wine list, with a wonderful variety of my go-to wine varietal, the Riesling).
A theme I felt running along the entire dinner was intense saturations of very pure flavors. I really had no words at the end of the dinner, as I stole the SO's last course, other than unintelligently babbling, "This is the most limey thing, ever". And it was. The crab bisque was insanely, well, crabby. Foie Gras Emulsion? I'm sure you can guess the answer. And it wasn't just an effect of over-seasoning, nor did they cloud the plate--the flavors were extremely clean and pure. The unadulterated flavors weren't the only highlight, though, as I thoroughly enjoyed every facet of the cuisine.
The SO enjoyed a seven course meal (that I picked at as well) that started Dungeness Crab with creamy bisque, baked crab cake, sunflower seeds, vanilla, and pear. Sublime, and incredibly, for lack of better words, once again,
crabby. Not fishy, not salty; the bisque was an impenetrable wall of crab, perfect for dipping bread into. Next, he had Gulf Prawns with soft potato gnocchi, caramelized chestnuts, toasted brussels sprout leaves. Then, Sturgeon, exquisitely cooked in nori butter with hijiki seaweed risotto, tempura chanterelles, and oyster veloute. A wonderfully spiced Young Pasture Raised Lamb was his meat course, which was wood roasted with north african flavors. The crust was delicious and left me craving for more. Before dessert, came a cheese dish from Andante Dairy made especially for Murray Circle, baked in rye bread, with apricot-whiskey, and grapefruit. A delicious Roasted Banana Sorbet began the desserts, with cashew caramel. The cashew caramel actually reminded me of one of my favorite candy bars--Payday. The dinner ended with a Key Lime tart with guava foam and little bars of meringue. I'm not usually a key lime pie/tart fan, but this dish left me stuttering, only able to stab my fork at the rectangular prism of heavenly limey goodness, until it was all gone.
My Winter Game & Truffles dinner began with Wild Boar from Broken Arrow Ranch in Ingram, Texas, with tortellini, shaved organic prosciutto (that the server stated was cured in house for over 12 months), and a fantastic truffle consommé. The prosciutto and truffle consommé were the highlights to this dish, and I really could live off of the ciabatta, prosciutto and truffle consommé from Murray Circle. Soon came the Partridge from Bullfeathers Farm in Arbuckle, which featured a truffle scented breast, leg "en crepinette", savoy cabbage, toasted faro, a phenomenal foie gras emulsion, and a sunny side up egg. Mmm, runny yolk. My final meat course was Axis Venison from Broken Arrow Ranch, which was wood grilled with roasted grapes, avacado, hazelnut, shaved fresh truffles, and sauce "périgueux". Venison is, by far, my favorite protein, and the delicious crust on this perfectly cooked cylinder of venison took it to the next level. I savored each slice, feeling an impending doom as I polished it off. I wanted more, more, and some more; every day of the rest of my life. Then came my sole "dessert", a Salted Truffle Macaron with roasted bartlett pear, and aged balsamic vinegar ice cream atop an olive oil pound cake. Does any part of that register as "dessert" like? If not--yeah, it was odd. The macaron it was impossibly delicious, yet something was so wrong I couldn't finish it. The truffle-cream filling in the macaron was beautifully showcased, enveloped in scrumptious, crunchy and chewy goodness. I thought perhaps it was too savory for dessert, and that's why I couldn't stomach it. I asked a waiter for a slice of sourdough, and dipped it into the truffle sauce. It was actually surprisingly sweet, and didn't do well at all with the bread. I left confounded and frustrated; I had enjoyed it so--every bite left me craving more, the juxtaposed flavors were both harmonious, yet clashed furiously. The only way I can put it is this: I really liked it, and I really wanted to like it. Two separate thoughts that should collide and contradict, but somehow had to go together--just like the dish.

















