Went out to dinner tonight with my family and my mother (who lives just down the way) and my brother who lives in San Fran and was in town for his 30th college reunion. Mom and I had Dover Sole, my Dad's absolute favorite. My mother told us the story of how her ‘Prince’ had taken her on a 'European tour' (he was born in Holland) after they were married. In Paris, and after seeing Versailles (my mother the artist already thought she had died and gone to heaven) they ducked into a Michelin 'three star bistro' and had Sole Meunière. It was 'the best thing' she had ever tasted.
Dover Sole had long been a favorite of my upper east side, Bronx Science father, but for my mother who grew up upstate, with very little and had never spent a night in a dorm, much less a hotel before going to Cornell and meeting and marrying my Dad it was beyond exquisite. I knew Dover Sole was my dad's favorite and had selected this restaurant specifically because I knew my mom loved it too, but I had never heard their 'story of Versailles’ before.