Crab cakes. In Crisfileld, Maryland. Maybe some steamed crabs, too. And some crab soup, probably.
(I just got back from the Chesapeake.)
If by “money is no object” means “I’m not paying for it”, then I’ll take a jumbo calzone stuffed with $1,000 bills, please. To go.
I’m a simple guy, beer and pizza. Delivered by stripper-gram.
First I’d fly to Cincinnati and check into the Omni hotel - because the best meal I ever had was at the Palm Court at that Hotel (in 1988)
I’d start with a Cosmopolitan, then have the garlic soup, veal medaillions in bernaise sauce with a mescalin salad and a indescribable dressing, a lovely chardonnay with the meal; dessert would be Creme Brulee, cappucino, and maybe a nice brandy to finish things off
Easy. Beautiful strip steak – from top-of-class prime beef, the sort mere mortals couldn’t hope to buy retail. Wilted spinach. Perfect french fries, fried in horse fat, goose fat, duck fat – something flavorful. Couple of Miller High Lifes.
Or a really great pizza. Couple of Miller High Lifes.
That’s it. The end of all food.
If money were no object I’d live in Manhattan and dine at the 2nd Avenue Deli a lot.
I’d have the matzo ball soup, corned beef and rugalech with half a dozen sour pickles. A black cherry soda and some seltzer would be the perfect accompaniment.
Truffles. Because I’ve never had them before.
If money was no object I’d be cutting twoinchthick Porterhouses from a full aged Angus loin Strip out of my walk-in to grill on my custom made barbecue. I would serve up the steaks with a full fledged New England Crab Boil or Bake on the
… beach with a full bar.
(Premature post.)
Moe: Bring us the finest food you’ve got stuffed with the second finest.
Sabu: Excellent sir. Lobster, stuffed with Tacos.
Sounds about right. With fourteen pints of lager. (Are drunkeness and puking no object also?)
**To hell with the food ** - I would sit down and partake from as many of the First Growth Bordeaux (Margaux, Lafite-Rothschild, Mouton Rothschild, Haut-Brion, and Latour) and some Petrus (forgive my leaving off the word Chaeteau) I could get my hands on from the top vintages of the past 50 years and see what all the fuss is about!
In moderation of course
As other posters have said, I’m going to assume that healthfulness of the meal is no more a concern than cost - so…
To begin with, a nice plate of sushi.
Followed by a soup course. My preference is a nice shark’s fin soup.
After soup, it’s time for a salad. Well, okay, raw veggies: Broccoli, baby carrots, slices of pepper, and a few scallion. With a horseradish and sour cream based dipping sauce.
For the main course I am waffling between two dishes I’ve yet to have: Beef Wellington (tenderloin steak, covered in duck pate, then baked inside pastry, or phyllo dough), or Steak Oscar (tenderloin steak, thick, stuffed with crabmeat and asparagus). Either would be lovely. Neither is exactly what I’d call healthful, nor cheap, though.
Following my gastronomical worship of bovine biology, I want to have a large slice of cheesecake, plain - so nothing distracts me from the proper appreciation of the perfection, from The Common Man, in Ashland, NH. It’s the best cheesecake I’ve ever had.
Of course, tomorrow’s dream meal might be poultry, or lapine.
Money is no option already. So the same bland stuff I always eat.
Money is no object is this household anymore, however, my stupid gallstone is. So, unfortunately, I’d still be eating bland old boring salads…
But as soon as that sucker comes out, beer and pizza sounds divine to me right now, but what I’d really like to have, little old previously-a-vegetarian-for-ten-years me… I want a great, big, thick slab of steak. With one of those baked potatoes with the works, you know, with the real sour cream, and real bacon, and real cheese, and green onions on top, and whatever else they can stuff in there, butter… twice baked, you know the stuff… and great, juicy plump mushrooms all over that steak…
And a big bottle of any sweet red wine, enough to get a really good buzz.
I couldn’t eat like that all the time, but right now, I’d really, really love it.
If there’s room left over, tiramisu!
A selection of fun and silly maki sushi - spider rolls, fashion and rainbow rolls, midnight sodomite rolls, and so on.
A deep-fried pumpkin stuffed with crabmeat (dungeness, and fresh).
Four lobster tails, steamed.
A bottle of pink champagne.
Cookie dough egg roll for dessert.
I’ll have the gold leaf salad, then. Is the buffet open this late? And I’d like to take some home for my doggie, is that a problem?
And then you could sit afterwards and look at the pretty colors. Mesclun, perhaps?
As for me, starter would be tuna tartare with white truffle oil; followed by clear soup, probably turtle or oxtail, and then either suckling pig or cochinita pibil with rice and beans. Rice and beans is hard to get right, and honestly I’d rather have good frijoles borrachos or refritos than any schmancy spinach and venezuelan beaver cheese souffle.
For afters, either a really good cheese plate or some ceviche. I don’t eat sweets, so I usually order another appetizer or a cheese option in restaurants.
Ya know, I’ve been thinking about this.
Can we travel in time?
I want to sit down in Banana’s, Boulder, CO, around 1981-4. Across the street from Crossroads, there was a really cool astronomy supply store there, too. Remember Oddessy Magazene? Anyways–
It was a great place. Good food, the best videogames, free bar food for a lazy sunday afternoon, and I owned the high scores on those games. I was just a kid, so it was really cool to see my mom order alligator while I was curled up in a booth with “the phantom tollbooth”, know what I mean?
Chile Rellenos, with maybe a drink if none of the grown-up’s are looking.
Damn, any Boulder Dopers remember 20 years back?
A: Whatever the chef at the Iron Horse in Pleasantville is cooking. If you don’t know about the Iron Horse, and you’re a gourmet… you should. Some days, it is the equal of the Four Seasons. Most days it is superior.
http://www.ironhorsegrill.com/
B: A home cooked on the grill Black Angus burger with sharp cheddar on a kaiser roll, a bit of ketchup. Better make that two. Full pound of meat, each, please.
Mashed potatoes with, again, cheddar, mashed with the skins still on them.
String beans.
Diet Pepsi.
On a nice summer day, on the deck, overlooking the pond, with a Yankees game on the radio, and the dog harrassing me.
I would start off with a really good tossed salad with bacon vinigarette dressing, and for my main course, unlimited king crab legs with clarified butter for dippin’.
Twice baked potato with sour cream, onion and cheese.
Corn on the cob.
More crab legs. 
Corona Extra with lime to dronk with the meal.
Dessert would be a hot brownie, fresh frpom the oven, with vanilla ice cream melting on it, covered with chopped nuts and hot chocolate-fudge sauce. Coffee.