Last weekend, Glenn and I ventured over to the roaring metropolis of Durham. Okay, so it’s no Chicago, but it’s no Greensboro either. If your friend were in Greensboro to hear his favorite indie rock band play downtown (Ted Leo played the Greene Street Club, it could happen), where would you send him to eat? There are the fancy-ish, expensive places (223, Ganache), the bar and grills (M’Coul’s, Natty’s), and the few but far between somewhere inbetweens (Liberty Oak, Vintage 301). Lots of options, but nothing I could recommend without a few disclaimers.
On the other hand, when we told our friend that we were headed her way to hear Yo La Tengo at the Carolina Theater in Durham, she sent a substantial list of places to dine and drink. If all of them were as fabulous as Piedmont, then Durham is about five delicious restaurants ahead of Greensboro.
Of course we were so excited that we neglected to photograph our cocktails (a Manhattan with homemade orange bitters for Glenn and a something with gin and rosemary syrup for me). We also forgot to photograph our crudo until only one little bite was left. The crudo was made with thinly sliced North Carolina wahoo, sliced fennel, cherry tomatoes, parsley, and oil.
I ordered the spinach and feta ravioli in cream sauce. The spinach was still crisp-tender inside the pasta. Glenn had the homemade sausage with polenta. The sausage was tender all the way through and the polenta didn’t firm up at all throughout the meal.
For desert: lemon granita with pistachio cookies and garnished with candied lemon rind. More meals should end with such simple deserts.