David and i stumbled across a new cheese shop yesterday while in a part of
town we don't usually go to (so the shop may not be new, but we hadn't seen it
before). Premier Chese Market at 50th and France for those in the minneapolis
area.

I am well on obsessed with cheese and cheese markets, I'm picky about cheese,
I'm picky about the people who are selling it and I'm picky about selection.
This place was nice enough, the staff was very knowledgeable and helpful.
David feels guilty about trying so many cheese before making a selection but I
don't. At $20-$25 a pound, I want to get cheeses I like.

Their selection was a mixed bag. On one hand they had the gorwydd caerphilly
which I almost never see here in town, on the other hand they had no sheep's
milk blues. Their goat cheese selection was entirely strong, I was thrilled
about that.

We got the Capriole Old Kentucky Tomme, very similar to the humboldt fog. More
straightforward in flavor and firmer in texture. I enjoyed it but I would
probably either stick to the HF in the future or the spanish version they had
which was definitely stronger and creamier.

Then we got the Lou Perac Perail. This was divine in the most illustrious
sense of the word. Very much a sheep milk brie. Strong without being pungent,
smooth and buttery. Full of flavor without being harsh. This was my favorite
cheese of the night.

Last, but not least, David picked out the Cablanca goat gouda. It was a lovely
firm counterpoint to the two sharp cheeses we had. This is a great cheese with
a solid, nutty, goaty flavor.

We then picked up some bread, tomatoes and a bottle of Spanish riojo and
walked over to the lake for an evening picnic. It was lovely and relaxing and
romantic. A great way to wind down from such a craptacular week.


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The Bubbo wrote:
>
> Last, but not least, David picked out the Cablanca goat gouda. It was a lovely
> firm counterpoint to the two sharp cheeses we had. This is a great cheese with
> a solid, nutty, goaty flavor.

Is "goaty" a word... shouldn't that be goatee flavor?

Sheldon

In article >,
The Bubbo > wrote:

> David and i stumbled across a new cheese shop yesterday while in a part of
> town we don't usually go to (so the shop may not be new, but we hadn't seen it
> before). Premier Chese Market at 50th and France for those in the minneapolis
> area.
>
> I am well on obsessed with cheese and cheese markets, I'm picky about cheese,
> I'm picky about the people who are selling it and I'm picky about selection.
> This place was nice enough, the staff was very knowledgeable and helpful.
> David feels guilty about trying so many cheese before making a selection but I
> don't. At $20-$25 a pound, I want to get cheeses I like.
>
> Their selection was a mixed bag. On one hand they had the gorwydd caerphilly
> which I almost never see here in town, on the other hand they had no sheep's
> milk blues. Their goat cheese selection was entirely strong, I was thrilled
> about that.
>
> We got the Capriole Old Kentucky Tomme, very similar to the humboldt fog. More
> straightforward in flavor and firmer in texture. I enjoyed it but I would
> probably either stick to the HF in the future or the spanish version they had
> which was definitely stronger and creamier.
>
> Then we got the Lou Perac Perail. This was divine in the most illustrious
> sense of the word. Very much a sheep milk brie. Strong without being pungent,
> smooth and buttery. Full of flavor without being harsh. This was my favorite
> cheese of the night.
>
> Last, but not least, David picked out the Cablanca goat gouda. It was a lovely
> firm counterpoint to the two sharp cheeses we had. This is a great cheese with
> a solid, nutty, goaty flavor.
>
> We then picked up some bread, tomatoes and a bottle of Spanish riojo and
> walked over to the lake for an evening picnic. It was lovely and relaxing and
> romantic. A great way to wind down from such a craptacular week.

That sounds awesome! :-)
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