The BH and I were early, but they let us in a bit before opening and allowed us to be seated at the bar. We had cocktails. The BH sampled a Rum Punch and I partook of a lovely little Tequila concoction. Well, mescal actually. They were complex and inventive. The perfect beginning to a great meal.
|Mussels in Broth|
I got the most incredible presentation of fresh beets, with hints of chili, toasted almonds and these chocolate laced "chips," creative and delicious. I adore beets and these were spectacular. The BH had his favorite, a heaping bowl of mussels in a fabulous garlicy broth. So far, so good. Sooo good.
|Chicken & Biscuits|
|Roast Pork, Pork Belly|
& Ear Chips
It was Mom’s birthday after all, so what better excuse to order desserts? We had three between us. Mom and Dad shared an imaginative take on baked Alaska. They call it Baked California, and it’s a pile of beautiful merengue atop house-made ice cream. A smear of avocado gives the plate it’s California touch. Tasty.
I had a slice of the banana and caramel concoction, delightfully punched up with whiskey and rum. Slices of banana with caramel grilled onto the surface, sitting on a sort of a stiff pudding cake affair, with a sauce of boozed up sugar. Booze, sugar and fruit, it all reminded me in the best possible way of the flavors of a New Orleans bananas foster. Yum.
|Banana Caramel madness!|
Memories are beautiful things. They are the stuff of this blog. Pages and pages of my recounted reminiscences of lovely meals spent with even lovelier people. They are gifts life gives us to carry us forward. They are the pillars we lean on in times of sadness. Some last a lifetime, others are fleeting, but together they make up the fabric of our lives.
As the meal came to a close, and we all pushed away from our seats with our tummies full and our heads a little foggy with imbibed spirits, I couldn’t help but recognize a sad truth. My Step-dad. He’s been suffering from Altzheimers for a few years now, so his memories are being taken from him in ever-increasing numbers. He is visibly slowed now, and often confused. Slowly and persistently, this terrible disease is removing from his life that which I hold most dear. What must it be like to lose the gift of recalling a favorite shared moment? The recollection of a smile from a loved one fading into oblivion? I began to grow sentimental, and was momentarily saddened by the thought of his losing recall of those things that are the threads that bind us to those we love, shared experiences. It broke my heart a bit.
But we aren’t quite there yet. He’s still with us, still telling his famous jokes and stories. Sometimes he tells them more than once, but we all laugh just as loud the second time. That’s the only gift we can give him at this point. The only way to combat such a disease is to compensate. To make more memories, to live in the moments that we have, and to be his collective memory for as long as we can. We can still share a meal. We can still recall and repeat for him that which he can no longer summon for himself. And so we do.
When I suggest to my readers that they should make a memory, perhaps now they won’t hesitate. I strongly suggest to all, that you not wait until a tomorrow you may not have to experience something you may wish to enjoy. Every day when you break bread, look across the table and be grateful. For the faces that smile back at you while they are still there as you enjoy a meal.
My advice today is to enjoy it at Haven. Chef Alter’s grasp of the perfect repast is significant, and Matt Tinder is no slouch at designing treats for those with a sweet tooth. Check it out. Make some memories of your own.
44 Webster Street
Oakland, California 94612
Chef: Kim Alter
Pastry Chef: Matt Tinder