Thursday, August 9: This evening, to round out a day of intensive shopping, Sarah and I pop into Pasture, a Southern-style tapas restaurant where her long-time friend and roommate Daniel works as bartender. Though for breakfast and lunch I had eaten a Trader Joe’s veggie burger on whole wheat English muffins, sticking to my mostly vegan diet, I go astray again tonight as we sit at the bar and order some small plates off the tapas menu, accompanied by a glass of Greek red wine.
Billed as a “Southern small plates” restaurant, I feel that the menu doesn’t offer the range of selection that most tapas restaurants offer. The menu selection in this regard is short on choice, but the larger and more expensive plates are plentiful. Sarah decides right away that she wants the very creamy pimento cheese snack with Ritz crackers. I don’t argue and find the richness heavenly. Daniel convinces us to try the deep-fried pickles, which are a little too heavy for my taste. But my beet salad and roasted asparagus with a kind of egg-salad consistency hollandaise sauce are both delicious.
The restaurant’s decor is like an open warehouse with tall ceilings, snappy teal accents, and a dark restored wood behind the bar, fitted with pull-out drawers full of bartending paraphernalia. I’m not sure I’m crazy about the warehouse atmosphere, which seems a little cold. I think I generally prefer cozy restaurants like the Black Sheep, where we ate last night.