Duck Tongue Tacos -- Extra Virgin, Kansas City, MO
Kansas City: a town renowned for its barbeque, its jazz, and yanking the tongues out of unsuspecting poultry.
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| Too Harsh? |
Vodka
and her friend, Mezcal, are in town for their annual trip to a random
metropolis, and after last year's Cleveland adventure, Kansas City has a
lot to live up to.
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| In Other Words, Where Are the Pierogies? |
Right off the bat, things are not off to a rousing
start, as rather than the warm welcome we received in the Buckeye
state, Kansas City greets us with anywhere from abject apathy to
downright displeasure.
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| "Why Are You Here?" "Vacation" "Well, That's Strange" |
Our solution to their obvious lack of interest in
us is to entertain ourselves on a happy hour crawl.
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| The Answer to Everything Is Booze and Fried Cheese Curds |
Four
cocktails in and nowhere close to 6:00pm, we decide our best
bet is to head to dinner ninety minutes early so we can put ourselves to
bed at a reasonable time (for toddlers).
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| The Most Kansas City Nightlife We Encountered |
Perhaps
due to our booze consumption, rather than entering Extra Virgin, we
stumble into the restaurant next door and have to be escorted to the
correct location.
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| Classy, Party of Two |
We saddle up at a high top table and order a glass of
wine (Vodka), a sangria (Mezcal), and a random assortment of tapas
dishes (tuna ceviche, Greek salad, charred brussels sprouts).
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| "Random Assortment" Meaning Vodka Took No Notes |
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| The Most Greenery We've Seen in a While |
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| Ordered More for the Bacon and Less for the Brussels |
Plus,
of course, the reason we're in town: the duck tongue tacos, as
recommended by Curtis Stone on the FRIGHTFULLY GOOD episode of Best
Thing I Ever Ate.
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| Make Way for... Duck Tongues |
Despite the fact that we've been eating
non-stop for over ten hours, when the food is placed in front of us, we
dive in like a pair of ravenous beasts.
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| Truth, Julia, Truth |
"What I
appreciate about you is your ability to act like we haven't eaten
anything all day," Vodka quips to Mezcal as two wine glasses are places
before us.
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| "Excuse Me, You Forgot the Rest of My Serving" |
The taste of the actual food is at this point muted by
Vodka's displeasure at her pour of wine, which appears to be all of a
thimble-full.
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| Hell Hath No Fury Like Vodka with Not Enough Wine |
Our feast is relatively tasty, though if anything, the duck
tongue tacos are the most forgettable of the plates.
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| Tastes Like Chicken. Literally |
The tongues
themselves taste like... well, not much.
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| Perhaps They Should've Added Some Additional Giblets While They Were At It |
While we appreciate
that the texture of the tongues is not off-putting, its feels like the
appeal of this dish is much more from the novelty of the ingredient than
the flavor itself.
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| Not a Whole Lot to Quack About |
"Are you okay on wine?" our waitress asks as Vodka all but vertically shakes the final sip directly down her throat.
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| Why? Are You Offering Free Refills? |
"I'd be doing better with a larger pour," Vodka murmurs. And we wonder why no one in Kansas City seems to find us charming....
Extra Virgin's Duck Tongue Tacos: 3 stars
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