The bread pudding is now the star it was destined to be.

Tonight, the chef did one of his little fixes. The bread pudding was quite good but had not quite found its voice. The sly grinning chef reached out through the line toward me and said “Hey Russell, try this!” A steaming spoon of hot brandy and honey, sitting in it as if it were its own personal hot tub, a robust glistening dark cherry.

The bread pudding is now the star it was destined to be. Warm luxurious custard with a crunch from candied walnuts, intoxicated in a bath of warm brandied cherries and a bit of vanilla bean ice cream. Now that fat lady sings!! A must-try!