On our way back from Indiana (and a week full of “Hoosier Daddy?!?!”), we stopped for a night in Louisville, Kentucky. Louisville is a really lovely city, and our hotel was right next to the famous Fourth Street Live! area. When we checked in, we asked the pimple faced little git nice young man at the desk about the restaurants, since Fourth Street is quite renowned for them. He told us the name of some restaurant he liked (I don’t remember what it was), and when we inquired further about the type of cuisine they served, he shrugged and said, “American.”
He must have interpreted our blank stares correctly, because he then qualified it with, “You know, just good American food. You’ll like it there – TGI Friday’s and the Hard Rock Cafe can be so noisy and this place isn’t.”
We were too polite to tell him he was out of his ever-loving mind, and immediately started to research restaurants when we got to our room. We soon found a place that said it served Pacific Rim cuisine about two blocks from our hotel – I don’t remember the name of that place either, only that it sounded vaguely Japanese – and proceeded to stroll down Fourth Street (in the opposite direction from Fourth Street Live!, incidentally). About halfway, we stopped and peered into the windows of another restaurant; the interior was subdued and immaculate, the tables were well-set, and – more importantly – the menu posted on the door immediately made me begin to drool.
“Let’s go in here,” I insisted, pulling on Beloved’s arm.
“No, let’s go on down to the other place and take a look,” he replied, so we walked on down the street, much to my disappointment. We got to the vaguely-Japanese-sounding restaurant and immediately turned back around – the place looked like an upscale Chinese take-out joint – and made a beeline for the other restaurant.
It is named Z’s Fusion and is the sister restaurant to the well-established Z’s Oyster Bar and Steakhouse. I also have to say it was one of the best meals I’ve had (in a restaurant) in a very, very long time. Of course, I may be a tad biased, because they serve the very kind of food that Beloved and I love best – fresh seafood with a Hawaiian/Japanese/Pacific Rim flair – but that doesn’t detract a bit from the fact that the quality of the food we were served was absolutely impeccable. How can you not love a place that flies its fish in daily from Hawaii?
If you ever go there, try the sea bass. I cannot emphasize that enough.
TRY THE SEA BASS.
Of course, Beloved said the Butterfish was darn tasty, too. Our appetizers were also excellent (the Asian pear salad was so yummy) and the banana cheesecake we had for dessert was one of the creamiest I’ve ever had (they make it in-house).
So, if you should happen to find yourself in Louisville, go go GO to this restaurant. It was just wonderful.
And while you’re at it, order this martini – it is one of the most original and tasty I’ve ever had. They call it the “O-tini” – I call it the “OH!-tini” and they were gracious enough to give me the recipe. Don’t skip the fresh blueberries; they make the drink (and that’s what the bartender says, not me!). I believe a “part” consists of roughly half an ounce for one serving.
serves me, but Beloved will fight me for it
4 parts Stoli Blueberry vodka
2 parts Cointreau
2 parts Pama pomegranate-flavored liqueur
Dash of soda water
Combine all the ingredients except the berries with some ice in a cocktail shaker. Shake vigrorously; strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with fresh blueberries.
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