Dieci

While it might be a slight exaggeration to say that our recent trip to Bulgaria was organised entirely around our desire to eat at Dieci Boutique Restaurant, it wouldn’t be far from the truth either. We had arrived in the Black Sea resort of Varna, and were slowly making our way across the country to the capital, Sofia, with our two Bulgarian friends who had designed the itinerary for us. We stopped in the small town of Arbanasi, and one evening a driver collected us and drove us just over half an hour into the hills to a tiny village where Dieci was established just over a year ago. Gianfranco and Anna Chiarini, already with vast experience in the restaurant business, have launched a project to explore, revive and reinterpret traditional Bulgarian cuisine with modern techniques.

The weather was pleasant and we had a chance to look around the grounds where the chef has planted some of his ingredients.

The maximum capacity of the restaurant is ten diners (hence the name), but following a cancellation we were privileged to have the entire place to ourselves. Gianfranco and Anna welcomed us into the converted school which has been restored and decorated in such a way as to make it very cosy, informal and welcoming. In the entrance hall there was a small exhibition of paintings by a local artist.

Considering the complexity and quality of food we were served that evening it was amazing to me that everything was done by the couple themselves with only some help from a trainee from a local college, and that they worked in a kitchen not much bigger than ours at home. Many Michelin-starred restaurants of the same level employ dozens of staff and work in enormous spaces.

There was one single tasting menu available.

A ball of plum and nut as amuse-bouche.

A spicy pickled radish with kashkaval (a local cheese) gelée and rosehip mayonnaise. This was a favourite of everyone at the table. More on it later…

Paté with porcini crumble, orange jam and balsamic vinegar. This was nice but the crumble made it a bit dry.

Foie gras, bacon and pistachio.

The pasta (the chef is Italian, after all…). Strozzapreti with pulled lamb shoulder and a confit of lyutenitsa, which is a very common condiment in Bulgaria made from tomatoes, aubergine and red peppers.

Raw scallops with trout roe mayonnaise and smoked breadcrumbs.

At this point there was a twenty minute pause in the proceedings. Gianfranco and Anna sat with us on the sofa next to the tables and we chatted for a while about food and travel. In a normal restaurant of this kind the chef might come out at the end just to say hello and ask if you enjoyed the meal, but this was an entirely different and richer experience as we got them chance to know them both better and understand the work they’re doing.

We briefly went outside for some fresh air and to explore the grounds, and Gianfranco mentioned that some of the game he uses in his dishes was shot by him personally with a crossbow. Back inside he showed us one of the leather placemats which still bears the scar from where the arrow entered the animal’s body:

A spectacular red beet risotto with kiselo mlyako yoghurt.

Duck with persimmon rakia compote and a powerfully flavoured black shallot.

Beef tongue, grilled fennel and gremolata pesto.

Marzipan with lemon chocolate ganache.

Honey ice cream with custard and “edible stones”. Gorgeous and I could have eaten three portions.

The inevitable post-meal limoncello. Except that, this being Bulgaria, it was made with rakia.

Our hosts joined us again at the end of the meal for some more chat. We mentioned how much we had enjoyed the pickled radishes and I spotted a large jar of them in the kitchen. Eventually they relented and gave us a small jar containing four or five of them to take home. We also bought a copy each of two of their books. Later this year they’ll publish another about the first year of Dieci and I can’t wait to get a copy.

The meal was spectacular from start to finish, and if Michelin ever publish a guide to Bulgaria, Dieci is a shoo-in. But two things made it an extra special experience. One is the intimacy of the setting. By restricting the number of diners, the Chiarini can create a genuine and much more personal connection with their guests. And we did feel like guests who had been welcomed into someone’s home, rather than just passing customers. Secondly, and equally important, was the chef’s insistence on researching and developing dishes based on local ingredients and traditions. This was where it came in handy to be visiting with two locals: while we could enjoy the food on a sensual level, our companions could access another layer of experience through nostalgia and sense memory, and we enjoyed the meal all the more through seeing how it made an emotional connection with them and their roots. Gianfranco said that some diners have been moved to tears by his versions of dishes which guests may remember from their childhood. Mention was made more than once of the iconic moment from Ratatouille.

In spite of the distances involved we definitely plan to return so as to see what the Chiarini can do with the ingredients different seasons will offer.

Return to Zilte

This past weekend we made our second trip to Zilte (which seems to have changed its name from the original ‘t Zilte) since we first went nine years ago. In the mean time the interior has been slightly remodelled, and they’ve gained another Michelin star, which makes them the only 3 starred restaurant in Belgium other than Hof van Cleve.

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The view across Antwerp centre has improved, as last time we visited it was grey and wet.

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There were two menus (carnivore or vegetarian) and a choice of seven or nine course for each. We went for the full-length carnivore. But first, nibbles.
Smoked eel, horseradish, cream of mussels tarragon, ray, cucumber:

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Taco with fermented quail egg and shiitake mushroom:

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Cabbage, crab, mango, feta:

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Chicken crisp, bird liver, umeboshi:

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Squid, tomato, aubergine, ‘nduja, reduction of basil, squid:

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And a courgette flower cracker:

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And now onto the main menu. Razor clam with fennel, codium, gherkin, sea bass and a nice sour cream and ill oil sauce:

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Caviar. First in a cone:

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And then presented in a fancy silver bowl. I need one of these at home. You know, for all those evenings I spend eating caviar on the sofa while watching Netflix.

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The lid rotates back to reveal caviar on a hazelnut and toro mousse.

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Langoustine with radish, yuzu,  sea urchin and hinohikari rice:

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Lobster with almonds, black truffle and cauliflower.

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This was then covered with a cheesy sauce which was lovely, but maybe a bit too much?

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Turbot and pig’s trotter (on the left, covered in cabbage) with peas, pil pil, and a vin jaune sauce:

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King crab with myoga, rutabaga, sancho pepper and dumplings:

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Pigeon with maftoul, artichoke and guanciale.

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Dessert wine selection:

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Dessert one: raspberry, white chocolate, pondicherry and hibiscus:

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Dessert two: tarte russe with yoghurt, black calamansi, baharat and pineapple.

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This would have been a perfect way to end a long, filling meal as I don’t like desserts that are too heavy or strong these days. But they then brought us some dark chocolates which, nice as they were, slightly spoiled the delicate flavours of the tarte russe. I guess they would have made more sense if we’d had a coffee to go with them.

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But otherwise it was a gorgeous meal, well worth a return visit.

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Two Italian restaurants

OK, here you get two restaurant reviews for the price of one. Both visited during a road trip this August.
First, a return trip to The Cook. Since we visited in 2012 they’ve moved into slightly fancier premises in the centre of Genoa.

The Tables.

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The Menu.

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The Amuse-bouches. Even after 8 years the cook still likes to pair raw shellfish with fruit.

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And oyster with white chocolate. This one was a bit thick and too sweet for an amuse-bouche, much as I like white chocolate.

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A small focaccia with blobs of stracchino cheese and pesto. A nod to the local specialities.

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Then on to the menu, and a real step up in terms of presentation. Anchovies marinated in lime, with peppers and squid ink.

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Scallop, apricot, beetroot.

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Sea bass. The dots are flavoured with mango, red onion, lemon, coriander and chilli. Very strong flavours. And a plantain banana crisp in the little clip.

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Perhaps my favourite: a large raviolo filled with burrata and split into nine squares, each with a different topping, including shrimp, asparagus, and prescinsêua.

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Leerfish with strawberry jelly, courgette and asparagus. I wasn’t so convinced by this one.

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The Meat: this was a ‘deconstructed” vitello tonnato. Meaning that they don’t bother to combine the ingredients, just placing them separately on the plate. I never really saw the point of this approach to be honest. The ingredients were good quality and tasty, but why not just put it together properly? That’s the whole point of the dish.

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Fig sorbet, bergamot granita and parsley jelly. Meh.

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Basil ice cream, olive sauce and white chocolate. This one definitely worked.

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Some good ideas and excellent presentation, even if not everything convinced me. I’ll still go back another time.

A few days later we found ourselves with friends on the Adriatic coast in the Marche region, where we stopped for dinner at Uliassi (3 Michelin stars).

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It sits right on the beach, at the end of a long seafront walk lined with bars, and so it has a nice sea view. But considering how hot it was we opted for indoor air-conditioned comfort rather than a table on the terrace.

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Breadsticks.

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Of the three menus on offer (the other two were meaty and fishy) we chose the Lab 2020, which was a little more experimental.

Anchovies and fennel on toast.

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Raw octopus with lard on a ‘tigella’ bread roll.

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Foie gras and truffle wafer.

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Chard and sunflower seed éclair.

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Leek and tamarind mousse.

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Another bread cracker.

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Oyster with salami fat.

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Prawn with almond milk and coffee drops.

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Sole with lettuce and bergamot juice.

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Spicy snail, spinach and pine cone.

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Raw pigeon, cherry, liquorice and lavender.

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Endive with squid sauce. Possibly the least popular dish of the evening on our table, although I quite liked it.

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Bone marrow marinara. The opposite situation. My companions loved this, while I found it a bit too sticky and claggy. Not because it was badly made, but just because I’m not really into bone marrow.

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Pasta with herring cream and timut pepper.

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Spaghetti with black olives and eucalyptus. Both pasta dishes were gorgeous.

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Lamb kidneys with citrus fruit. Again, I liked this more than my friends did. Although I could see their point too, as it was a rich and unusual combination.

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White melon and pistachio granita, to cleanse the palate.

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Black Forest dessert. The red tree on the right is edible, not just the design on the plate.

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Coffee nibbles.

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Very impressive. Senigallia as a town doesn’t have much else to attract us back for a return visit, but if we’re ever in the area again I’d go out of my way to go back to Uliassi.

Hof van Cleve – third visit

And so our mini-splurge on fancy restaurants while the kids are away at camp comes to an end with a return trip to an old favourite: Hof van Cleve.

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As soon as we went through the door they gifted us a couple of branded hand cleanser sprays. Clients kept their masks on at all times when they got up from the table to move around (i.e. to go to the bathroom, or to leave), and only removed them when seated and eating or drinking. Staff had large fabric masks on at all times. Interestingly, the Belgian government is now advising against using the minimalist plastic mouth coverings we saw recently in L’air du temps.

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Predictably, we opted for the seven course tasting menu.

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But first the amuse bouches. Bouillabaisse, tomato, red pepper:

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Tartlet of eel, cottage cheese, fennel:

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Salty butter and a chunky knife:

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Given a choice of bread I opted for two flavoured with Orval and Duvel beer:

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Herring, earl grey, apple:

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Beef, miso, horzeradish:

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Oyster, tapioca, herbs:

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And now onto the menu proper. Langoustine with sorrel, cucumber and matcha:

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Langoustine with verbena and edamame:

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Shrimp, watercress sauce, caviar, sour cream. The shapes around the edge are cauliflower but I don’t think they added much in terms of flavour:

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Cod, leek, lovage, mussel:

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All this time I had been quaffing generous amounts of wine. My wife, who was driving, had an alternative pairing of non-alcoholic drinks, which I think is becoming more common. This one is verjus with a ginger ice sphere:

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At one point we jokingly asked the waiter how they kept their glasses so clean, with none of the cloudy residue we sometimes get in our dishwasher. Did they wash them by hand? No, it turns out that they use a “reverse osmosis dishwasher“.

Eel, fennel, celery, quinoa:

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For the meat we were asked to pick a knife handle:

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I chose one that looked like bone. I was then told that it was made from a fossilised walrus penis bone.

Bone appetit!

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Holstein beef, aubergine, sucrine lettuce:

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Accompanied by an intensely flavoured oxtail dumpling:

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We skipped the cheese course so as to leave room for dessert, although when I saw (and more to the point smelled) the cheese trolley passing by I did have second thoughts.

Dessert started with strawberries, buckthorn, elderflower and lemon:

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Mexican chocolate mousse with mango:

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And then another trolley with even more sweets. I had a slice of banana pie and a small bowl of rice pudding, which is something I haven’t eaten since I was a child. I could have done with a bigger bowl.

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The end. The next day they closed for the summer, although they’re only taking a week off this year, as opposed to the usual three, so as to try and make up for the months they had to stay closed during lockdown.

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Le Pristine

The first time we ate in a Sergio Herman restaurant was in Oud Sluis back in 2007. Last week he opened a new, Italian-themed restaurant in Antwerp called Le Pristine.

We arrived at lunchtime and were led past the bar into a large open dining area lined with concrete and exposed brickwork.

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Idiosyncratic decor included deformed glitterballs and this tower of parmesan moulds.

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The back yard. Maybe they use it for cocktail evenings or private events?

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You can see the kitchen from the dining area, allowing you to watch the staff at work cooking and plating up.

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Sergio himself was there to lend a hand and supervise.

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Surprisingly there were no set menus on offer, so we had to go à la carte.

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We started with a black truffle negroni. The branded ice cube almost filled the whole glass.

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We also had to make our own selection of amuse bouches. We chose the sharing platter, which meant that it took longer to arrive, but it was worth it.

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Oysters with straciatella cheese and grapefruit.

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Raw langoustine.

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Crab salad with sour cream and caviar.

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BBQ Vongole.

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Courgette flower. A lot of these tasters were based around seafood paired with citric and acidic flavours. Quite light and fresh in the mouth.

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They also make their own focaccia. Like most places outside of Italy they make it a lot thicker and drier than the original, but it was light and fluffy and tasty.

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My first proper course was a tomato salad with aubergine and burrata.

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To accompany the rest of the meal we chose a light, pinkish red. The name may have swayed us a little. Apparently it’s made by the guy who used to be sommelier at noma.

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For the pasta course we shared gnocchi with mussels and ‘nduja. The gnocchi were a little large and loose, but the flavours were there.

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My wife’s sashimi with seaweed and caviar.

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My main dish was young chicken (poussin) with farfalle and summer vegetables. The veg were nice and crunchy, but the farfalle were a little soft. Perfectly acceptable, but nothing spectacular. Although maybe that’s my fault for ordering chicken.

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We went for a cheese course instead of dessert. A forest of chicory.

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And inside, gorgonzola, pear mostarda and walnut.

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Followed by espresso. Something about the overlapping lines around the rim and the splashes above them caught my eye.

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And this came with some pralines and an interesting cannolo with ricotta and buckthorn seaweed.

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So, don’t go expecting traditional Italian food, as this is very much a modern Flemish take, incorporating many local ingredients. But it’s a winning combination, and I’m sure we’ll be back to try some of the other dishes we didn’t have time for.

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La Paix

Our first visit to La Paix, situated just opposite the Anderlecht market. Some distancing measures in place (more space between tables than usual, by the look of it), and staff wearing face masks.

View of the kitchen from our table:
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Fancy knives laid out on the table. Not explicitly assigned to a specific course, and in fact I never used mine as there was no course involving a large piece of meat to carve.

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The menu we chose:

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Some amuse-bouches. Gyoza in broth.

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Beef cheeks, parmesan, wagyu beef strip.

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Aubergine and bottarga cream.

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Three types of butter with our bread. Right to left: normal, rosemary, mushroom.

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A lemon. But wait…

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Caviar inside. And that’s not all…

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Tuna, stracciatella and courgette.

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A kohlrabi. But wait…

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Mussels, celery and daikon inside. Cold and very refreshing.

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A savoury canelé with sauce made from the head of a langoustine, and some al dente peas and beans.

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The main course. Lobster tail and claw, clam with mint and seaweed, a blob of squid ink sauce, and a rice roll. An unusual mixture of things to put on the plate together, but all very nice.

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Peach, miso and soufflé.

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Meringue, cream and strawberry.

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Various biscuits.

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Ice cream and cherries.

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Very satisfying. I’ll go again.

L’air du temps – post coronavirus visit

With the exception of a quick trip to a local food court for some fast food snacks, this was our first meal out since the coronavirus lockdown, and we decided to make a return trip to L’Air Du Temps. Our first trip in 2008 had been a bit of a mixed bag, but he made a much stronger impression with his residency at The Cube in 2011.

Since our last visit they’d moved to new, larger premises.

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Similar to Hertog Jan, the dining room looks out over a large herb and vegetable garden.

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The interior. Each table had a large bread cracker suspended above it. Note the apparatus on the bearded waiter’s chin.

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Here’s a closer look. It’s a more minimal version of the visors some shop and restaurant staff are wearing at the moment. A little too minimal, in my view, although the chin mount is handy.

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We were given a herby aperitif. For the rest of the meal my wife had the wine pairings, and because I was driving I had the non-alcoholic options. This usually meant various herbal infusions, made with things like verbena, pear, satay, and harissa.

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We selected the seven course Plant Supremacy menu.

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Amuse-bouches: peas.

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Cauliflower. Slightly spicy and quite tasty.

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Pear and ham.

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Shrimp (somewhere under all the leaves and petals).

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Here’s the first proper course: seasonal vegetables.

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The fish course came in three portions. Trout in kombucha.

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Marinated cabbage with roasted quinoa.

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And this little roll which contained some of the trout fat.

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The lobster course. The tail on a bed of rice.

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And the claw served with fromage frais, candied lemon and almond satay.

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A strawberry. This was listed on the menu as “edible mojito”, and supposedly had been soaked in rum, verbena and mint. To me it just tasted like a cold strawberry.

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Duck.

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A bit more duck, with some beans.

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The cheese course, presented in a roll of potato skin. Almost entirely tasteless.

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Two strawberry desserts, both of which were very nice.

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A little box of goodies to go with coffee.

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Overall my impression of chef Sang-Hoon Degeimbre hasn’t changed since the last time. His presentations are exquisite and he has a lot of interesting ideas, using unusual ingredients in unexpected combinations. But it all feels a bit abstract and intellectual, and nothing we ate really made me want to eat it again. Except perhaps the dessert.

Da Vittorio

A 20th anniversary, while you happen to be in north Italy for the holidays was as good an excuse as any to visit 3 Michelin-starred Da Vittorio, just outside Bergamo.

We arrived at dusk and settled in to our room. Here’s the view:

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The hotel was fairly tasteful and the service exceptional. We were very well taken care of. After a brief rest we went down to the dining room. The table lamps were fun.

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Less fun was the fact that the spotlight shining onto my table was above and behind my head, casting a shadow over whatever dish was put in front of me. I guess it’s not always easy to know where to place spots when the tables may often be moved around to accommodate different numbers of diners, but it’s a minor irritant for those of us (i.e. everyone, these days) who like to take pictures of their dinner.

We took a look at the menus and wavered between the fishy menu and the truffly menu. My wife chose the truffles, and it would have felt weird anyway to be up in the mountains three hours from the coast and order fish (although I’m sure it’s perfectly fine).

Just as we were choosing, the waiters came along and offered a sniff of their truffle box, as if to say “Go on, you want the truffle menu, don’t you?” I notice they didn’t bring along a box of fresh fish for us to smell. Also, my wife got to inhale the tuberous odour but I was roundly ignored.

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Decision made, we got started on the starters. Spelt soup with sea snails, and pumpkin cream with goat’s cheese and bacon.

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A cannolo filled with ricotta crumble and chestnuts, topped with truffle shavings.

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Cauliflower, scampi, egg yolk, mushroom and potato cream, with a croissant. We were encouraged to view this as a breakfast, and to dunk our croissant into the savoury “cappuccino”. Nice.

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Mushroom and celery consommé, topped with a foie gras disc which we had to push down into the liquid inside the cup. And some truffle.

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Service was mostly fine throughout the meal, with a couple of minor hiccoughs. One of the waiters seemed to take himself rather seriously and was fairly solemn throughout. But my wife kept commenting on the fact that his jacket was too tight (and not in a sexy way). The other, more junior staff member was a bit more relaxed and friendly. I’m not sure whose fault it was, but they served one of the wine selection with the wrong course. It felt weird as we drank it after the consommé, as the sweet, strong alcohol clashed with the delicate flavours of the food. They realised their mistake and apologised, replacing it with a glass of the correct wine. So basically we got a glass of the “wrong” wine for free.

The only other complaint we had was that they were still playing Christmas songs on the restaurant sound system, even though it was already January 3rd, which just felt wrong. On the other hand it was the first time I’d heard Cliff Richard and Shakin’ Stevens being played in Italy.

Linguine with hazelnut crumble and truffles.

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The food had been coming fairly thick and fast, which we usually prefer, but this time it was a bit rushed and although we didn’t say anything, I think one of the constantly loitering waiters noticed our expressions as another dish arrived (as if to say “Wow, so soon? Give me a chance to catch my breath”), and so gently suggested that we might like a short pause.

With the next course we had a spectacular Barolo, which was even better on the nose than the palate. In fact I had quite a lot to drink that evening, and I felt it the next morning. The sommelier was fine, although he basically just read the labels to us and didn’t offer any kind of explanation or tasting notes.

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Semolina gnocco with parmesan foam. And truffle.

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Perhaps my favourite dish of the night, due to the robust flavours and textures after a series of rather, soft, creamy dishes: veal fillet with potato and foie gras.

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As it was the holidays they offered us a few small slices of home-made pandoro and panettone with ice cream and chocolate. Then came the brioche with whipped cream and truffle.

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And that was it for the truffles. On reflection, we probably should have gone either à la carte or for the fish course. Truffle is fine if used sparingly and as an ingredient, but when just shaved on top of another dish the flavour doesn’t really come through and it feels like eating small discs of musty paper. It reminded me a bit of a similar meal we’d had in Piedmont some years before.

Dessert: “fig” of ricotta and chocolate crumble.

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The most fun presentation of the evening: a candy floss mountain featuring various little sweets. I picked at the candy floss for quite a while.

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MORE sweets.

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They did have a cheese trolley, but I wasn’t given the option, maybe because we chose the extensive truffle menu? It’s probably just as well, as I couldn’t have fit it in, but I’d like to have been asked.

And then we waddled up to bed and slept like babies. The next morning outside the breakfast room I noticed this amazingly well decorated marzipan version of the staff as they celebrate their restaurant’s 50th anniversary.

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Hertog Jan: The End

At the start of this year I read online that what I consider to be the best restaurant in Belgium, and even one of the best in the world, was closing down. The partners who run Hertog Jan announced that they would close their doors at the end of 2018. Their reasoning is one I’ve heard before in this industry, along the lines of “We’ve reached the top and achieved all we set out to achieve, so now it’s time to try something new”.

Having eaten there twice before, we snapped up the opportunity to go a third and final time. We arrived on foot, as our lodgings were only a 15-minute walk away. We settled in, please to see that we’d been given the table by the window, like last time. The restaurant filled up quickly; both it and the B’n’B are fully booked until the end of the year.

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We chose the special menu which was a kind of “greatest hits” package of the chef’s favourite dishes, plus wine, and we got a free recipe book thrown in.

Before the menu proper we received five amuse-bouches, and because Gert De Mangeleer is a millennial the first one was avocado, with tomato powder, salt and olive oil.

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Marinated cucumber strips curled around salmon with a jus of champagne and dill oil.

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Pork and pickles. There was a surprisingly large lump of meat under the pork scratching layer on top.

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Potato purée, vanilla, coffee and mimolette cheese. We’d had this one last time too.

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At this point we were invited into the kitchen (no special treatment: everyone had their turn) for a brief look at the prep work.

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While there we were handed our final amuse-bouche: passion fruit meringue containing goose liver and Coca-Cola.

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We were then invited to walk around the gardens with a glass of lemonade. As you can see it’s a serious herb and vegetable plot.

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The red tiled roof is the kitchen; the black low building is the restaurant.

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It was nice to get some fresh air, but it was quite fresh so we didn’t tarry and went back inside for the starters.

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Caviar and plankton on dill-dusted crisps.

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The sun came out just in time for the next dish: sea bass with herbs from the garden, tomatoes, radishes and oil infused with Balinese kaffir lime.

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Pumpkin dim sum with cream of langoustine and a dollop of passion fruit.

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Grilled white asparagus with potato purée and cod roe.

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Guinea fowl with herbs, sorrel and morel mushroom. Perhaps the most plate-lickable dish of the evening. The sauce was amazing.

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The main course: wagyu beef and spicy peppers hiding underneath mushroom discs. The orange blobs are Bernadine sauce (basically béarnaise but with added tomato).

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While my wife opted for the cheese plate I had raspberry mousse with vanilla and rose water.

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And finally, a surprisingly thick and chewy caramel sheet over passion fruit and chocolate.

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At the end of the meal one of the partners stopped by for a chat and discussed their future plans, which are still in flux, but which may include a more traditional Belgian-style bistro back in their initial location nearer Brugge. Whatever they do next, Hertog Jan will be missed, and I’m glad we got to go once, let alone three times.

Piazza Duomo

Piazza Duomo is currently ranked 15th best restaurant in the world by Restaurant magazine. It’s located in the centre of the small Piemontese town of Alba. We arrived around 1pm and in view of the evening’s plans didn’t want a huge lunch, so we just stopped for a glass of wine and some nibbles.

The nibbles were slightly more copious than anticipated.

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We were staying a a room above the restaurant, so when we emerged ready for dinner all we had to do was walk a few metres down the corridor to a discreetly marked door into the restaurant.

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The next morning I discovered the main entrance around the corner.

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The dining room is small and very pink. Not overly keen on the murals, personally.

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Various menu options. We chose “degustazione +”, which added two surprise dishes to the normal tasting menu.

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I didn’t take many notes so don’t expect detailed descriptions. Think yourselves lucky I took photos. There was a spotlight behind me that cast irritating shadows of my phone onto the food, so I had to experiment with different angles to get anything usable. There was a selection of pre-starter starters. This was an intriguing savoury creme caramel.

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Some kind of sesame seed cracker.

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More crackers.

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Olives which are not really olives, as they’re made of small rolled lumps of, respectively, shrimp and veal.

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Another olive, this time flattened out and rolled up and filled with ricotta.

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An anchovie cracker.

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Chard sponge with a blob of tuna inside. Just slightly too big to get comfortably in the mouth in one bite.

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In the background, a foie gras mousse with ginger and grapefruit. In the foreground, a peanut cracker. God, this chef loves crackers, doesn’t he?

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The first proper, menu dish was a large selection of vegetables (plus a blob of fish: cod with yellow peppers and salsa verde). At top left are artichoke and avocado, and the salad at bottom left contains raschera cheese.

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Below is the only dish I really didn’t enjoy. Thin slices of raw sea urchin with tomato, water and gelatine. Sea urchin is a very strong flavour and not my favourite at the best of times, and serving it raw in gelatine only made matters worse. The name of the dish is “CapRiccio”, which is a multi-layered pun. “Riccio” is Italian for sea urchin, “capriccio” means caprice (as in pizza capricciosa) and thin slices of raw meat or fish are called “carpaccio”.

The name is more fun than the dish.

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It was accompanied by a blackened (yet soft in the mouth) bruschetta with calamari and sea urchin sauce, topped with dried seaweed. Much nicer.

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Next is the only dish for which I can confidently supply an exhaustive list of ingredients, because they gave it to us themselves. Chef Crippa’s signature dish is “Salad 21…31…41…51”, so named because it can contain anywhere up to 100 ingredients depending on the season and availability. 

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We were given a pair of tweezers with which to eat it, which makes sense as the leaves are so varied and distinct in their flavours that you need to try each one individually. The top layers were quite dry, but towards the bottom there was a light mandarine dressing. It looks quite small but there was a lot of interesting stuff in a compact and dense dish, and it took a while to get through it all. But it was probably the most interesting thing we ate all evening, and proof of the idea that food isn’t always about cooking and fancy methods as much as it’s about choosing great ingredients.

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By this point we were already pretty full, thanks to the vegetable selection and the epic salad. Thankfully the next courses were quite light.

Cod cooked at low temperature, in a cod reduction. With some flowers on top. Soft and creamy, but a little basic.

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Shrimp with spring onion and bisque. And flowers.

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Asparagus with béarnaise sauce. And flowers.

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Potato purée (very liquidy) with a dusting of Lapsang Souchong powder and a quail egg underneath.

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A surprisingly tough morsel of lamb hiding under a lettuce leaf, with some mushroom broth in the cup in the background.

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Wine.

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Another of our favourite dishes: risotto with parmesan cheese, caviar, mastic (a type of small black berry) and squid ink spray. Very yummy and I’d have happily sacrificed the lamb and cod courses in exchange for a larger portion of this.

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My notes run out here, but this is the final course and it’s not on the menu so it must have been one of the extra, surprise ones.

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The main dessert was a beautifully light, crunchy “crepe caramel”. Not too sweet.

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More dessert nibbles.

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And to go with your chocolates, a tiny bottle of vanilla milk and grappa.

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There are some very inventive things on this menu but maybe I’d have preferred a shorter meal focussed more on Crippa’s strengths (which appear to be vegetables and salad, interestingly), and without the underwhelming fish and meat courses. Probably the best way to do it would be to go à la carte and just have the starters and the mega-salad.

And some flowers.