This was no normal evening at Zola. Last weekend we had a friend in town for a professional association conference in which a particular unnamed industry took great interest -- said industry having bundles of money with which to wine and dine conference participants. We scored guest passes to one of their Saturday evening shin-digs, which happened to be at Zola.
I have never actually ordered a cheese plate at Zola, but when we walked into the restaurant, there was literally a 10 foot table of cheese laid out before me: brie, blue, cheddar (white and yellow), manchego, smoked gouda, chevre, pecorino, something called petit basque, and a few more that are really just a haze to me now. Be still my heart.
On the down side, it became readily apparent that hard alcohol and cheese really don't go together. Or at least I found no cheese whose flavor was complimented by a cosmopolitan.
Best cheese plate of the evening (in my opinion) -- manchego, petit basque, and pecorino. All semi-hard to hard sheeps' milk cheeses, so different flavors, but the same family. I'd never had petit basque before either, so that was a splendid introduction. If only someone had told me there was a cheese table before I ordered a drink! A glass of fruity red would have beat the cosmo, hands down!


