Julian's

On Easter Sunday we had no special plans after the Easter-basket-loaded, chocolate, candy, gum, smorgasbord of the all-too-early morning. Julie and I (Mom) blobbed around uselessly all day and then decided late afternoon to go out and take pictures for our Thai Cuisine blog entry.

We rode scooters this time instead of bikes (I can't recall why, might've been my idea). Julie took hers, I took MJ's. We put on our bike helmets, which I was quite glad for later as I went head over heels on an uneven gap in the sidewalk and landed right on my head. Low speed, but still would've been a ridiculous injury for such a flimsy small vehicle. I have to say now what an absurd piece of transport a scooter is. Skates make more sense, but unless your riding surface is nice and smooth the whole trip, a bicylce make the most sense. WALKING is a better option than a scooter, as was the way I played out most of our little excursion this day.

Sun was fading and I was hungry and suggested to Julie that we knock off one of our restaurants for our blog. Julie suggested any of the downtown pizza places, but I wanted to save those for times when the whole family might go there. It was evening Easter Sunday so many places were closed anyway. We spied Julian's at 38 Market Street, Potsdam, NY. Julie had eaten here before with her grandmother, but I had never been. They had advertised an Easter buffet and were known for their Sunday breakfast buffet. We were going in late, like 7:30 pm, a half hour before "closing". Boldly and brazenly, we went in anyway. I figured it looked pretty empty and it wasn't the type of place we would likely take MJ or my husband to.

The waitress was kind and friendly explaining that the buffet was over, they were closing soon, but they still had a limited Easter Dinner menu. I can't recall the other options, though there were only a few. We ordered the Roast Duck and Shrimp Cocktail appetizer to split (budget-minded us). Julie got a lemonade. She was very thirsty from scootering around town, as was I who downed several glasses of ice water.

The appetizer consisted of three large shrimp arranged around the edge of a martini glass filled with more cocktail sauce than needed even for all three large shrimp. Also provided was a rather large portion of herbed oil (again too much for the three shrimp, despite their large size) and a tiny cup of solid whipped butter, which I found most peculiar. It was perfectly adequate. Julie and I (Mom) split the three shrimp this way: I ate all the tails (I loooove shrimp tails) and the body of one and a third of the shrimp. We dipped each bite generously into the sauces, fingers and all.

The duck was delicious. I have to say, mostly the only time I have ever eaten duck (with one rare exception) is the kind you get at the Chinese restaurant in a heavily fried and/or battered condition. We have occasionally done Cornish Game Hens for Thanksgiving, but other than so-called "turkey", so-called "chicken" is the extent of Julie's poultry experience.

This was actually a half-duck, properly "billed" as such on the menu description. Julie and I split it between us by me using a fork and butter knife to remove the largest pices of meat and put them on Julie's plate along with a fair share of the yummy roasted potato wedges and sauteed zucchini that were soaking in the brown, sweetish sauce of the basted duck.

And here we draw a flashback to our blog inspiration, the movie "Julie & Julia". "Do you know how to de-bone a duck?" We now understand why a duck is so much more delicious if someone goes through the process of removing the freaking bones and stuffing it. I ended up sucking the meat off the remaining carcass. Oh well, it's Easter. It's Ironic.

Disclaimer: This blog is not a restaurant review or a food critique. It is a personal experience, molded by the parameters of its subjectivity.