I started with the strawberry mixed greens salad, which had a citrus vinaigrette, sliced almonds, and sliced fresh strawberries, along with some other sliced fruit I couldn't identify. Something exotic, probably. Everything on the plate was not only beautiful but also incredibly fresh, perhaps the tastiest strawberries I've ever eaten! Shannon started with the southwest black bean cake, which was quite spicy and delicious, accompanied by avocado slices and a green chile sauce. We had considered ordering the "Rhone Braised French Lentils", just for the fun of calling them "Freedom Lentils" ... but we decided against it.
For my entree, I ordered the Indian Fauxlet (chickpea-lentil-crusted smoked portobello with cardamom-spiced persimmon chutney; chile, cumin, & coriander roasted potatoes; saffron-curry aioli; seasonal mixed greens with mint & cilantro; and toasted pistachios), which was one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten. (I know the menu description of it because it's included in the sample menu on their website. :) Shannon ordered some sort of potato and fava bean thing that looked wonderful, but I didn't end up tasting it, because I couldn't even finish my own meal. I gave part of it to Shannon, and brought the rest home in a box. Lunch tomorrow!
For dessert, I ordered the Banana Pecana (baked bananas with caramel sauce, candied pecans, and a scoop of banana sorbet), which I could have eaten until I made myself ill; while Shannon ordered the Millennium Chocolate Sampler ( chocolate cannoli filled with a peanut butter creme, Chocolate Almond Midnite with raspberry sauce, a chocolate cupcake thing, a chocolate malt float, and a chocolate truffle or similar).
Everything was vegan, and everything was absolutely gorgeous and delicious. I wish we could afford to go to Millennium more often! It was the best date I've had in years, and my stomach muscles almost hurt from laughing so much. By the time we got home, I was exhausted, but it was a wonderful night. We even had a wonderful time on the BART ride there and back, and on the walk to and from BART.
Oh, and my cloak was hung up in the cloak room at Millennium. When I asked for it when we went to leave, some guy went to go look for it, and he was gone a long time. When he finally came back, he was holding it as if it might bite him, and asked, "Uh ... is this what you were looking for?" He had this expression that said, "You weren't wearing this, were you? What is this thing? A blanket?" I smiled and said yes and took my cloak and put it on. Afterward, Shannon and I cracked up.
I've now had my cloak called various different things by strangers. It's been referred to as a cape, a coat, a shawl, and probably some other names I'm not remembering right now. This guy at Millennium seemed to not even know what to call it. Heh. We walked down the street in hysterics afterward. We make our own fun. :)