A Date With Tomatoes
I was in the mood for a date night. I wanted to drink some really good, really cold, perhaps slightly effervescent and kinda funky wine. I wanted to sit at the bar and engage in lively conversation with my husband and the bartender and maybe even the woman sitting on the stool to my right. I wanted to order a bunch of small plates, save some room for dessert, and overall sit back and savor it all. And I really wanted to eat tomatoes.
We ended up at Folk in Cleveland Park (Italian-leaning restaurants are always a safe bet if you’re in the mood for all of my aforementioned desires) and just as soon as the menu was presented on the bar in front of me, my eyes zeroed in on the heirloom tomatoes.
Heirloom tomato, cipollini, green goddess, herbs...13
Truth be told, I sometimes feel I get a big ol’ surprise when ordering off the menu at Folk. The words on the page don’t always lead me to generate an accurate imaginative picture of what eventually presents itself on the table, but sometimes that’s what makes an experience there so memorable. On the other hand, it’s occasionally what fills me with regret. On this particular occasion, however, the tomatoes did nothing short of delight.
Presented in a large white bowl, the pile of sunshiney-orange tomatoes looked reminiscent to a knife-ready yolk in the middle of a sunny side egg. Mixed in were a few pieces of deep red wedges, but the gold cherry variety were the backbone of this dish. Dotted with paper-thin rings of cipollini onions, and laid over a bed of green goddess dressing I’ve since dreamt about guzzling like a smoothie, the flavors of the tomatoes were put forth as the most prominent, simply enhanced by the accompanying ingredients. Pitted against the rest of the items we ordered — the sourdough with olive oil, zucchini with pistachio, summer beans with XO sauce, and beef tartare with green farro — the heirloom tomatoes were easily my favorite. It might be because I’m completely fixated on devouring tomatoes these days, or it could be because eating tomatoes was the whole, entire reason I took my chance on the Italian restaurant in the first place, but regardless of why, Folk wholeheartedly delivered.