crispy rabbit with citrus-chili paste and edamame pureé.
“I’m going to have the bunny,” were the words I uttered to my family last Saturday night.
We were dining at Jean Georges in celebration of my sister’s birthday, sitting comfortably on chairs closer to living room couches than kitchen table perches. I suppose the chairs should be cozy: our reservations were at 5:30. I arrived home at 10:35.
So there I lounged, mulling each line of the menu. The meal was designed to be four courses, moving from light to heavy and then to individual tasting plates for dessert. Course three was meat: there was a single fish option, but it was clear the course was meant to showcase that which came from land, not sea.
I wanted the full experience. Hence: rabbit.
After this meal, I started thinking about being an eater.
I am a foodie. An aspiring chef. A restaurant aficionado. A vegan enthusiast. An ice cream devotee. A vegetable lover. A health nut.
I’m an eater.
I eat for health and I eat for fun. I eat because I’m hungry and I eat to celebrate. I eat for energy and I eat for adventure. I eat to get stronger on my yoga mat and I eat to relax with the people I love.
Eating is a privilege, I know. I eat because I am lucky.
The day following this meal, I went out for Sunday brunch at Counter and chowed on a vegan zucchini frittata. I ate because vegetables and vegan food make me feel nourished, and I ate because they taste good. I ate because I am lucky enough to have a choice in what I eat.
At Jean Georges , I chose to eat a plate of rabbit. It was moist, a bit rich, and flavorful. Throughout the near five hour affair, with each bite, sip, and laugh, I was a happy daughter, a happy sister, a happy woman, and of course: a happy eater.