Yes, it’s a Monday night and yes, it means I have to take a train at an ungodly hour in the morning. But it was worth it.
Heston Blumenthal is a gastronomic legend, I have had a copy of ‘The Fat Duck Cookbook’ that I have been salivating over for years and so there was no-one who could have made me cancel this reservation.
Luckily, my beautiful friend Alice, also has a bit of a penchant for fine dining, so we stole ourselves away from the office and tore into course after course of culinary magic.
We had already planned our menu choices in advance and so only the cocktail menu needed our full attention.The service is first class, we were weaved a story about the menu and the concepts behind dishes, leaving us wanting to try everything, but we quelled the greed and started with the Meat Fruit and Crab Loaf to share. It seems a little sacrilegious to come to Dinner and not sample the Meat Fruit.
What a treat! This will leave you wishing that every mandarin was actually filled with meat spread, Alice and I fantasised over what other fruit they could fill with the stuff, grapes were top of the list…
The Crab Loaf was also a delight to the taste buds.We both had the Pigeon for our main course, sidled up to by the Triple Cooked Chips (uh-huh, as good as they sound) and Sprout Hearts.We took a bit of a breather, admiring the ‘wobbly’ decor…Dessert was a ‘no-brainer’, the Chocolate Bar for the Monday Blues.And to truly have experienced ‘Heston’, we couldn’t leave without trying the ‘nitro’ ice cream. Our excitement was that of a child who has just heard the ice cream van song, except this van was singing opera…The toppings were not your average hundreds and thousands, and the cone was buttery and flakey like a croissant.
As if we had not already filled our bellies, we were brought a chocolate ganache with a caraway shortbread to see us on our way…Dinner far exceeded expectations and Alice and I now feel like champions, ready to face another week bound to our desks, until the next Michelin adventure.