Eating- Truffle Cheese Shop

I like cheese the way Trump likes twitter. Daily and with no self control.

My favorite spot in town to feed my addiction?

The Truffle Cheese shop on Sixth. They have all the cheese. Nutty, buttery, tangy, stinky. Firm and silky. Crumbly and crisp. They also sell bread and sliced meats. They complete the food pyramid (is it still a pyramid?) with cornichons and dried fruit. Everything for three square meals can be found in 300 square feet. 

Steve and I host monthly wine and cheese nights mainly to enable us to try 12 cheeses in an evening.  It also allows us to have friends but that is pretty much secondary to the cheese. As I enter my eleventyith month on the Keto diet I pretend that the cheese shop does not also sell one of the best baguettes in the city. But it does. I make Steve slice it for the parties because I am already using up all of my willpower not eating *all* the cheese before the guests arrive.

After a few gatherings we realized that we needed to add some of the Truffle meats to our spread. It seemed that no one wanted to leave for dinner and we needed to beef (and pork (get your mind out of the gutter)) up our offerings. Just take a half step from the cheese cooler over to the meat cooler and have them slice you meat to become the main part of the meal. Two bits of advice: avoid the duck prosciutto (so very expensive) and act confused about which things you want to purchase. The Truffle is VERY generous with their tasting samples.

Here is one of MANY MANY cheese offerings our counter has hosted.

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