Cassaendra, it doesn't matter how you spell Portobello when referring to the mushroom as different distributors in the US and Europe may employ either spelling rather than the other.
Maybe you should have a drink.
Our dinner at Blue Hill practically ruined us for food everafter. It was a level of freshness, creativity, and wonderful tastes that we've never experienced before. We had mostly the same items listed above, although we had the good sense to mention that we loved butter and hen-of-the-woods mushrooms (hence a butter tasting and This Morning's Egg served with sauteed mushrooms). The wine sommelier was engaging and served us up a phenomenal 2004 Colin-Deleger Premier Cru Chassagne Montrachet. After dinner, they asked us if we would like our dessert outside, which, of course, we did. The floor show from thousands of lightning bugs on the hillside were the perfect ending to a fantastic evening.
I ate there last week and to paraphrase my muse Homer Simpson: "Mmmm... Face Bacon" The best part is, you can practically see the terror frozen into the little piglets eye holes just as you're about to chomp down on it!
It's hard to believe all these different meats come from the same wonderful, magical animal.
Let's not get bogged down in debates about how to spell certain varieties of mushrooms. I think we can all agree that eating at Blue Hill at Stone Barns is a unique and delicious experience.
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