The H put this plate in front of me last Saturday night. All I could think of to say was, "What is it?" It was lamb chops on a bed of Israeli couscous with roasted beet, apple and goat cheese salad and a Granny Smith apple gastrique. "Gas what?" I asked. "Gastrique," he said. "How do you spell that?" I asked, thinking ahead to the blogworthiness of this dish. And that's when I got the title of this post. He can be snarky that H. Just look at our dessert. Again, very snarky.