05/15/2026
Two cities came together for one beautiful evening of food. hosting Michelin-starred from San Francisco for a dinner inspired by Julia Child and somewhere between the first bite and dessert the whole room softened a little.
Every course carried its own story. Sangria y sandía with compressed watermelon and olive that felt bright and alive. Charred asparagus with smoky blistered edges and marcona almond purée that leaned into texture and fire.
The cured hiramasa with green strawberry, smoked chive, and salted cucumber that quietly reminded you why 7 Adams earned a Michelin star in the first place.
riveros.leyton lucasbejer The lobster over chlorophyll orzo and sweet onion soubise was deeply comforting.
The lamb with confit shoulder and fava bean tapenade felt patient and grounded.
And dessert honestly felt emotional. Strawberry lemon swiss roll, lemon mascarpone, and a strawberry ice cream so good it immediately became a core memory. That graham cracker sponge tasted like childhood summers somehow finding their way into fine dining.
But what stayed with me most was watching the chefs step away from the line to personally present the dishes themselves. If you know kitchens, you know how difficult that is during service. The heat, timing, the constant movement behind the scenes. And they still made time to stand in front of a room full of strangers and share a piece of themselves.
That’s what made this dinner feel special to me. Not just the technique or the Michelin star. The humanity behind it all.
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