Jay's Bistro: Where dessert has the name of pasta

I wish I had been able to take better photos of my meal at Jay's Bistro, a dinner with RM's family and friends in honor of RM's birthday. We had started with a lobster macaroni and cheese drizzled with white truffle oil, as well as an order of ahi tuna poke, which came in a tall, rich mound to be eaten on crisp shards of fried wonton. For our entrees, both the birthday boy and I went for the mixed grill, which plated a square of perfectly rare New Zealand red deer loin with a blackberry chocolate demi-glace, pieces of Colorado ostrich filet—which tasted uncannily like beef—with a pomegranate black pepper sauce, and fine Colorado lamb rib chops with a red wine jus. There was a potato croquette on the plate too, and everything I tasted was excellent.

But my photos came out terribly, and the only one I could even think about posting up was this photo of dessert: warm chocolate ravioli, pockets of thin, puffy dough filled with a chocolate ganache that oozed out as soon as our forks punctured the soft, slightly salty wrappers. I don't know if these ravioli were baked or fried, but both MC and I couldn't get over how delicious they were. When we moved to the bar area afterward for post-dinner drinks, we nearly considered ordering another plate despite being stuffed to the gills.