For my main: an entrecôte, served so rare it spills itself across the plate, alongside a dish of bone marrow and a bowl of coarse sea salt, because by themselves the steak and marrow aren't quite bad enough for me.
There was a dish of surubí bone marrow and tree tomato that had been fermented with kimchi and smoked chilies.
But if you have a dog, make sure they are sound asleep, and put a dish of water or a bone next to their bed to distract them!
We delighted in spaghetti topped with a ruddy, moderately spiced stew of cuttlefish and shrimp, and a dish of couscous laced with harissa and topped with a piece of perfectly cooked sea bream on the bone, rubbed with paprika.
Only a dish of capellini disappointed.
Cargolada is a dish of escargots.
Put out a dish of potpourri.
This hearty dish of boned rabbit, veal, pork and chicken arrived at the table on a bed of white vinegar aspic with a huge bowl of frites, a soothing and satisfying segue from the trencherman's portion of pâté.
I misread the parenthetical of a dish labelled "bone broth (P'tcha)" as commentary (as in, "Pshaw, all broth is bone broth!"), but p'tcha is actually a traditional Ashkenazi aspic, typically made from calves' feet.
The most affordable meal my mother could make was a dish called bone soup.
