Blasphemy or verity? Does it matter that the cheeses were all French? That the venue for this six-course cheese-eating dinner was the venerable Mitchelli's in Pioneer Square? That the guest of honor was Lou DeLaurenti?
All God's ungulates get in on the act. Sheepish Ossau Iraty on bruschetta to start, followed by mountain-milky Comté shavings on a salad of Boston bibb and golden beets, then Calvados-washed Grain d'Orge surrounded by tomato bisque. Moving on, a goaty Bûche Maître Séguin with smoked lamb tongue and roasted portobello; cave-aged blue-veined Roquefort atop a flatiron steak; cream-infused Délice de Bourgogne with a mocha pot de crème, all matched up with four fine wines.
In the end, verity trumps blasphemy, washes away sins, grief, needless pain. Besides, Mitchelli turns 30 this year! Thirty!! A friend indeed.