Gastronauts!

We know, we know! We’ve missed you, too. But it’s so good to be back.

You were probably hoping our first dinner in too many years would transport you away from the doom and gloom of hurricane and election season. Perhaps to a lechon roast in some tiny village in the Philippines, to Paris for tongue and frog legs, or Bangkok for some duck blood soup?

And, yes, we fully intended to do that. That is, until he said: 

“They’re eating the dogs,.. they’re eating the cats. They’re eating the pets of the people that live there.”

To coin a phrase: You can’t make up what they make up.

So we pivoted and, in the spirit of good ol’ fashioned fact-checking, decided to explore the world of some actual Haitian cuisine. Our friends at Palo Santo jumped on board (especially as Chef Jacques is half Haitan) and we’ve got a spectacular menu lined up — vetted by some friends from Heysha. 

But hey, don’t take it from us. Take it from the man himself: