Hungry Mother

Dude! Hungry Mother...Dude! We had a wonderful if a bit expensive dinner tonight at a restaurant we'd been trying to go to for some time: Hungry Mother in Kendall Square. We had a ltitle amuse bouche of beef tongue with a tangy marinade on a sort of crusty toast piece, then I had a peanut soup (!!!) while Beanz had a lovely "nude" mushroom appetizer. My soup was rich and creamy, smokey with little crunchy bits of bacon(?) and peanuts. It had a little sliver of lime on the side (the bowl had a lovely spoon rest on the side, where the lime wedge sat). It could have used a little salt and more lime (acid). Beanz pointe dout that it would have really ruled if they'd just put a little sea salt and more lime pieces in the spoon rest. I still liked it, but it could have been GREAT. Her mushrooms were so lovely, prepared simply so that you couldn't not appreciate the shrooms themselves.
For entrées we had a roast chicken (no one, as she pointed out, makes a straight up roast chicken in a gourmet context) and I had a braised pork shoulder with a creeeaaaaammmyyy grits-cake. Both entrées were lovely, if not quite stunnign comapred ot the very unique and quirky apps. For dessert we had a little lemony crusty tart with somewhat sour buttermilk
ice cream and an earl grey caramel sauce. Didn't get much earl grey, but the sour cream like
ice cream, soft and cold on a warm crusty biscuity cake and the sweat sauce, was delightful. I had a ncie tart pink grapefruit sorbet with a grapefruit supreme. It was tart and fucking gorgeous.
Dude! Awesome!!!!