I love watching my favorite cooks and chefs on their regular shows, but there's something so candid about their appearances on The Best Thing I Ever Ate. They're a little less formal. In fact, some get a little cray-cray talking about the restaurant dishes that make them weak in the knees. I think I even developed a little girl crush on Sunny Anderson because of this show. She just gets so darn animated and holds nothing back. Makes me feel like my ramblings here on the blog aren't so bizarre after all ;)
If I were ever on that show, it'd be to talk about dessert. Not just any dessert, but the dessert. It hails from the Pittsburgh restaurant, Eleven. A few years ago, Matt and I dined there and had a fantastic experience from start to finish. But, truth be told, I don't really remember my entree. It's not that it wasn't delicious -- because it totally was and reading my review confirms that -- but it's because the dessert totally blew me away and stole the show that night: deconstructed banana cream pie. The best thing I ever ate, without a doubt!
Three years later, something directed me to the restaurant's website to check out the menu...
Sweet baby Jesus! My most favorite dessert EVER is back: banana cream pie at Eleven #miracle http://t.co/gqxmIuXFwV
— Katy Zeglen (@Kempedy) May 24, 2013
Within minutes, I'd contacted friends who'd also mourned the loss of the dessert. We were ecstatic and planned a return trip for my birthday, that was still nearly two months away.
Good things come to those who wait. And, last night, I returned to Eleven with my head held high, a smile on my face, and my taste buds jumping in anticipation.
To start, real food. My companions ordered the gnocchi with chanterelles, asparagus, squash, fennel, pesto, Manchego cheese, and fingerling potato chips (x2) and the seafood tasting with a crab cake, scallops, and salmon. I opted for the salmon with chanterelles, corn, green beans, red pepper, and bronze fennel. It was totally incredible, not to mention gorgeous. All of us were mmming and enjoyed every last bite of dinner, but two of us were already thinking about what was to come: dessert.
When the waitress brought the dessert menus, I politely told her I didn't even need to look because I knew what I wanted. After a brief tale of my long lost love, I ordered the banana cream pie.
It was everything I dreamed it would be and more. The kind of thing that made me close my eyes and spend a minute on each and every single bite. I was so entranced that it wasn't until I was finished that I realized I didn't even notice the third dessert ordered at our table. Whoops. She said it was good, so I'll believe her. I couldn't tell you what it looked like if you offered me a million bucks.