Return of The Fat Duck

Two years ago tonight, Laurel and I had the chance to eat at The Fat Duck. I posted the menu from that evening here, and meant to write more about the experience, but one thing lead to another and here we are two years later. In fact, thanks to Laurel, we had written up a little diary of the meal, something about each course and the entire experience, and as I check the date, it was completed by November 15, 2006. So what took me so long to post it? Heck, maybe I knew I’d want to save it so I’d have something special to post on the first day of November 2008.

Ok, so here it is, and this makes my job today easy.

The Fat Duck – November 1, 2006

Arrived in Bray about an hour early, so went to the Hinds Head Hotel (pub) next door to the restaurant. Fabulous old, Tudor style pub/inn, owned by Heston Blumenthal. Each had a bottle of Sheppy’s Cider with Honey. Learned what “Devils on Horseback” (prunes stuffed with blue cheese and wrapped with bacon) are and what the poppies are all about.

First to enter the restaurant after it opened and first to be seated.  Seated at interior corner table by the fireplace, with view of the room. Laurel: “The best seat in the house”.

Served a small plate of green olives.

Offered champagne from the Champagne cart.  Rebecca and I each had a glass of Taittinger, Brut Réserve NV.

We looked carefully through the menu, felt daunted by the Tasting Menu (too many items that we thought we wouldn’t enjoy: oyster, mackerel, sardine, salmon). We each decided on a la carte items and closed the menu. No one came for our order. We kept waiting. We thought about it. We changed our minds and decided we’d come all this way: we’d better order the Tasting Menu.

Offered choice of white or brown bread from a basket (each took brown), and offered choice of unsalted or salted unpasteurized butter, served in a ½ inch high round pat with salt grains on top.

Sommelier asked if we wanted wine and we said, “No”. A little while later, a waiter delivered the wine list anyway. When the sommelier returned, we asked him to recommend a glass of red for each of us that would go well with the entire meal.

Nitro-Green Tea and Lime Mousse (with vodka) – table-side preparation, on wood board brought to the side of the table.  Mousse squeezed from a whipped cream style canister onto a spoon, then “cooked” in a bowl of nitrogen, formed into a small meringue.  “It is to eat right away” (spoken by our server in a thick French accent).  Cold burst shattering and evaporating into lime and tea flavors.  Said to clear the pallet before eating – lime and tea start the saliva, and vodka cleans the oils off the tongue.  Saw the same served to others by server picking up the meringue on the tip of a translucent stick (similar to a chop stick) and handing it to patron to be eaten off the stick.

Oyster, Passion Fruit Jelly, Lavender –  single half oyster shell perched on a round cake of salt on a small, rectangular wood board.  Oyster, cut into two pieces, in the bottom of the shell, coated in passion fruit jelly, with two jagged ice crystals sticking up out of the oyster.  Rebecca “tastes like the sea.”

Beet Root and Orange Jellies (off menu) – two small squares of translucent gelatin served on a square plate, orange beet root and blood orange.  Were told by the waiter to “eat the orange one first.”

Pommery grain mustard ice cream, red cabbage gazpacho.  Large white bowl with small center depression.  Small scoop of the ice cream (white flecked with mustard grains) centered in the bottom of the depression.  At table, server poured around it a pool of magenta gazpacho.

Jelly of Quail, Langoustine Cream, Parfait of Foie Gras – served in an egg shaped cup perched on a stand, with pea foam at the bottom of the cup, layered over with quail jelly, langoustine cream, and a small scoop of foie gras parfait centered on top, with a thin cheese crisp poked into the top.  Served with a toast handed to us by the waiter.  Told to scoop straight down into the dish with the toast to get a bit of each ingredient with each bite.

Sommelier brought us each a glass of really delicious red wine, possibly a pinot noir.

Snail Porridge with Joselito ham and shaved fennel.  Three snails served in a pool of green “porridge”, flavored with butter, garlic and herbs, covered with a fine shaving of ham, with a nest of shaved fennel on top.

Roast Foie Gras, almond fluid gel, cherry and chamomile creams.  Square plate, two stripes of cherry sauce running top to bottom with foie gras centered on them, and a single almond slice each at the top and the bottom of the cherry.  On the upper right, a swirl of chamomile cream, with a cherry resting in the middle.  Angled along the bottom left corner of the plate, three tiny (1/4” x  1/4″) squares of gelatin, all amber colored, from bottom to top almond, cherry and chamomile flavors.

Sardine on Toast Sorbet, ballotine of mackerel ‘invertebrate’, marinated daikon.  On the left, a small “ballotine” of mackerel (rolled into a bundle with the skin on the outside and sliced into a round disk).  On the right, a scoop of the sardine on toast sorbet, topped with salmon caviar and a cheese tuille, both laid on paper thin rectangles of marinated daikon.

Salmon Poached with Liquorice, Asparagus, pink grapefruit, ‘Mannie’ olive oil.  Two servers, plates placed in front of us, one shaved a stick of licorice with a micro-plane grater over the salmon, the other drizzled olive oil over the dish, then they switched places and repeated.  Bottom left, a black square – barely cooked salmon wrapped in a black, chewy liquorice gel.  Upper right, a drizzle of vanilla mayonnaise, with two asparagus tips laid across it.  Scattered across the plate, grapefruit segments and tiny dots of (sublime!) balsamic vinegar.

Poached Breast of Anjou Pigeon Pancetta, Pastilla of its leg, pistachio, cocoa and quatre epices.  Small breast with wing bone centered on plate with pistachio cream drizzled over and small bits of candied pistachio sprinkled on plate.  Upright triangle of the “pastilla” – leg meat encased in crisp pastry shell.  Also, each on top of pigeon breast and at top left corner of plate, half of a tiny cooked onion, and radish.

Optional Cheese Plate – Cart brought to table – given option of blue, hard, soft, and “very strong” cheeses.  Chose a selection of hard and soft cheeses.  Served with walnut bread.  Told to eat from the softest to the hardest cheeses (counter clockwise on the plate).

Sommelier came to the table during the cheese course and said “It looks like something is missing.”  We asked him to select a dessert wine for us.  He said he was going to bring us a glass of Muscat, but then came back to the table and said he had changed his mind, and brought us each a glass of Clos Dady, Sauternes 2001

Mrs Marshall’s Margaret Cornet.  First given a card describing the history of Mrs. Marshall and the invention of the ice cream cone.  Then brought a plate with two small cornets on a bed of sugared purple flower petals, and asked to pick one cornet up each.  Orange ice cream in a ginger flavored “cone” rolled in sugar, with a ring of pastel colored pastilles on the top edge of the cone.

Pine Sherbet Fountain.  Small green paper tube with the fat duck logo, with a strip of vanilla bean sticking out of it.  Told to open the tube with the vanilla bean, and scoop out the sherbet.  Sherbet was a tart powder.  Were told this was a palette cleanser.  (A “Fountain” in the UK is a penny candy much like Lik-m-Aid”.)

Mango and Douglas Fir Puree, Bavarois of lychee and mango, blackcurrant sorbet.  On left, white rectangle of gelatinized Douglas Fir puree (texture similar to a crème brulee) topped with mango, pine nuts, two tiny squares of harissa gelatin, and shavings of douglas fir, on right scoop of blackcurrant sorbet with rectangular blackcurrant tuille sticking out of it.  On lower left of plate, a pool of lychee and mango cream, which was also drizzled on the plate.  Across lower left corner, above the lychee and mango cream, a row of three tiny squares of harissa gelatin.

Carrot and Orange Tuile, Beetroot Jelly.  Server handed us each a “lollipop” – a paper-thin rectangle of carrot and orange candy on a stick – then placed on the table a square plate with two small, deep red, translucent squares of beetroot gel coated in sugar.

Breakfast Cereal (off menu) – A waiter asked if we were ready for breakfast now.  Placed a large round bowl with small center depression in front of each of us.  Each handed a small green box labeled “Fat Duck Cereals” and a small pitcher placed in front of us.  Told it was parsnip cereal with parsnip milk.  Inside box, a small cellophane bag with thin, dried parsnip flakes.  Poured into bowl, and poured parsnip milk from pitcher over it.

Nitro-Scrambled Egg and Bacon Ice Cream, Pain perdu and tea jelly – table side preparation, by the same server who made the Nitro-Green Tea and Lime Mousse.  Copper pot over a burner brought to the table, but told by the server she was out of gas so she would have to cook with nitrogen.  Said she was preparing “scrambled eggs with crispy bacon.”  “Cooked” the ice cream in the copper pot.  Another server brought out plate, and first server placed bacon and egg ice cream onto bed of salty bacon gelatin on left side of the plate.  Also on the plate “pain perdu” (rectangle of French toast) in middle, and scoop of salty caramel on the left.  Served with an egg-shaped cup of tea jelly to “cleanse the pallet”.

Hot and Cold Tea – A clear, double walled glass placed in front of us, told to drink from it exactly as placed.  Golden colored, tea flavored viscous liquid, simultaneously cold and hot, split down the center..

Hot Teas – Rebecca – Wenshan Baozhong, Laurel – Lapshan.

(Off menu) Served four chocolates in a half cacao shell filled with cacao nibs, and a small plate of sweets.  Chocolates – two each of caraway and pine.  Plate of sweets, two each of single malt whisky gels (amber round gels coated in sugar) and lavender tarts (tiny tart with crisp pastry shell and a dark purple liquid filling).

Five hours (and several bathroom trips) later, we were finished. Yes, we were full, but not absurdly so. We called for a bill and taxi and both took much too long, and we arrived back at the Maidenhead train station just as our train to London was pulling out. It was a cold, long, restroom-less wait on that platform, and a drowsy 40-minute ride back to London, and then a freezing walk to the taxi back to our flat. It was 2 am by the time we were in our beds. Our flight home was later that day. And we’ve been talking about that meal ever since.

Next stop, Alinea.

Dog days

Nope. I haven’t been writing. In the last couple of weeks, we’ve finally gotten a bit of summer weather (that means it hasn’t been raining every single day), and between that, the last days of summer school vacation, and Gryfe, a heck of a lot more than blog writing has NOT been happening around here. Either I have lost the will to be productive, or I am having that will sucked out of me by a combination of sunshine, puppy schedule demands, kid demands, and no particular due dates.

I guess I thrive on due dates?

So, instead of writing, or working, or painting the house, here’s what we have been doing:

  • Hosted a Greek Gods themed birthday party for Hyla, including a Mount Olympus cake:
    Mount Olympus
  • Took the pup to Woodman’s in Essex, MA so he could watch us eat lobsters; and then took him for a stroll on Rockport’s Bearskin neck where he could be admired by the throngs, and could learn that kind shopkeepers put bowls of water out in front of their shops for overly admired and overheated dogs.
  • Gone down to the river several times to play:
    River play
  • Watched Gryfe chew on everything he can get his teeth on, and spend a lot of time retrieving things from his mouth that he should NOT chew on (note for the future: Crocs look, feel, and taste an awful lot like puppy chew toys):
    Yum!
  • Cooked a few wonderful dishes from Fuschia Dunlop’s fantastic Revoluntionary Chinese Cookbook (oh yum).
  • Picked two bushels of basil at Killdeer farm and filled our freezer with pesto, and just plain chopped basil mixed with olive oil – to be saved for long, cold, winter evenings. And learned that the pine nuts we use in America are not the real thing – they’re Asian pine nuts, which apparently have little in common with those used in Italy and France.
  • Read books (Hyla’s current is the 2nd book in the Warriors series; I’m reading Brideshead Revisited for the first time, after rewatching the excellent BBC series and seeing the unexcellent new major studio release version; Michael is reading about the history of lobotomies – no really).
  • Spent an inordinate amount of time saying “No!” in a deep, authoritative voice. Boy, that’s getting tiring.
  • Taken many many many walks, including a somewhat disappointing Valley Quest walk yesterday. The walk itself was nice, but the Quest box was not to be found! No fair.
  • Cleaned up puppy accidents in the house (but not that many, thankfully).
  • Gotten creative with devising puppy toys and games (note for the future: when desperate for a distracting toy, an ice cube works like a charm).
  • Watched the first two discs of Season 4 of House (horray!).
  • Added more perennials to my front gardens, thanks to the generosity of my friend Lydia, who was cleaning out her remarkable gardens.
  • Met up with friends for lunch.
  • Tried to savor the remaining warm days without freaking out that Hyla is starting FOURTH grade next week.

Colborne Lane

One of the things we did in Toronto was go to this fabulous new restaurant: Colborne Lane.

Colborne Lane Restaurant

After The Fat Duck experience, Laurel and I were looking forward to trying another molecular gastronomy restaurant, and though Colborne Lane can’t quite compare with the Duck in sheer playfulness and entertainment, Claudio Aprile is one fine chef. He knows how to handle his ingredients to get just the flavors and textures he wants, and he incorporates enough MG tricks to make it all fun and a bit surprising without overdoing it.

Without hesitation, we both chose to go the tasting menu route, and we were very full, very happy diners at the end of our three hours. Here’s a brief recap of the meal:

  • amuse bouche – watermelon granita with frozen (nitro’d) feta, pumpkin seeds, and spearmint leaf
  • Riesling – St. Urbans HOF Kabinett (2007)
  • wild salmon tartare and salmon sashimi; cauliflower tempura and puree; saffron aoli; cucumber pearls; powdered sour cream; sprig of dill
  • crispy wokked squid; mango ketchup; peanut brittle; crispy fried leeks; chinese sausage
  • spicy tomato soup with cilantro; dehydrated olives; mozzarella foam; capers; dried black olive noodles
  • miso-glazed cod; crushed pistachios; fried tapioca; baby bok choy; sesame panna cotta; chive and scallion sauce
  • Rioja – Ondalan (2006)
  • shredded pomello; lemon curd; frozen lemon pearls; peach lemon ice cream with pop rocks
  • tripled seared sirloin; short rib; bacon foam; bacon dijon mustard crisp; roasted potato; salsa verde and smoked tomato sauce; green bean and bacon and mushrooms
  • passion fruit popsicle coated with mango-raspberry jelly; freeze dried raspberries
  • dense chocolate bar covered with edible gold leaf; rooibos ice cream with chocolate snow; brûléed banana
  • white chocolate covered frozen coffee “nitro bomb”

For both of us, the high notes in this dinner were the squid, cod, and sirloin/short rib dishes. I have never had squid that tasted so good, or that had such a perfect texture. Miso-glazed cod is not an invention of this chef (you see it all over the place), but it was so wonderfully cooked, tender and flavorful; the fried tapioca added a touch of fun and texture. The sirloin and short rib dish was simply stellar. One small piece of each, cooked just right. The sirloin was tender and juicy and almost delicate – completely beefy yet not heavy; the short rib was dense and rich and overflowing with complex flavors.

In my opinion, the only real mis-step was the coffee “nitro bomb”, not because it was bad (it was fine – though it paled in comparison to the mouth cleansing nitro bite that opened our Fat Duck dinner), but because it was last. I just don’t like coffee flavor that much, and it pretty much obliterated any other lingering flavors from the rest of the meal. But I won’t hold that against Chef Aprile.

We liked it so much, that we joked about going back for lunch the next day. It’s too bad we didn’t.

A good Gryfe was had by all

I know, I know. I’ve been back from Toronto for a week now and I still haven’t posted anything. I have no good excuses, but I do have some photos to share…

Toronto was wonderful. We expected rainy weather, and got it in downpours our first full day there, but, after that, we had mostly sunshine and even temperate weather. We visited our old favorite spots, tried some new places, and even “discovered” a very old place that was entirely new to us. And, on top of all that, we had a really nice time celebrating Laurel’s birthday with family. Oh, and we ate well, too.

Our first day there it was pouring, but that didn’t deter us from going straight to Gryfe’s for our fix. The place simply does not change much, and for that we are grateful. It’s small and nothing special to look at, and it keeps cranking out the bagels, little “pizzas”, and apple turnovers we love, and that still taste exactly the same way they did when we were kids and walked over with our grandmother to “go buy bagel”.

"Hot European Bagel"

On the day we visited, there was a modest line out the door (yay!). When we made it to the doorway, I saw a woman unloading tray after tray of fresh pizzas:

Gryfe's pizzas, fresh from the oven

By the time we made it to the head of the line, most of the poppy seed bagels (the ONLY ones to buy – they certainly didn’t sell flax bagels in my day!) were gone, but we weren’t worried. We were happy. This meant that FRESH bagels would appear shortly. Fresh, HOT bagels. And here they are, in the same metal baskets they’ve always been displayed in:

Gryfe's poppy seed bagels

We left the bakery with one dozen fresh bagels, two bags of pizzas (6 to a bag), and one dozen apple turnovers (for Terry and his family). We emerged from the bakery into a downpour, dashed for the car, and then sat in the warm, steamy car, eating two bagels each. When they’re hot, they’re just irresistible.

Our next stop was the house. Two blocks from the bakery. There’s not much to say. The house that was our summer home, the stable house of our childhood, was entirely wiped away. There’s a giant in its place, pressing its large shoulders against the tiny bungalows on either side.

29 Regina

We stood in the pouring rain and looked at it for awhile, and agreed that we’re glad, at least, that no one else is living in the old house — that it lasted just as long as my grandparents needed it, to raise their family, and for us to know it. In spite of the rain, we took a walk a block up to where my great grandparents used to live. Their house is still pretty much the same as always, and I wanted to take a picture, but the woman living there now spotted us staring at the house from across the street and she was watching us carefully though her living room curtains. I didn’t want to worry her, so we turned and walked back to the car.

Sing we and chant it…

When I reread my last several posts, I get this feeling that only good things are happening in my life and that I’m always chipper and cheerful and creating new things. This isn’t the whole picture. I also have my down days. Maybe I just don’t write very much on those days. Like everyone else, I have days where nothing at all goes right, and sometimes terribly wrong (but that’s usually computer-related). I have sad days and useless days where I get nothing done and even the thought of writing seems overwhelming.

But I’ve been making a conscious decision over the past couple of months to really look for the good things and to really appreciate what I have. And to be creative. And to plan for the future even while I know we can’t count on the future. I think this is a reaction to the last several awful years, when our lives were focused on illness and loss and worry. That’s all part of a human life. We can’t escape it, but I’m grateful for this calm patch in our lives (even as others I love are in the midst of their own worries).

I heard this poem on The Writer’s Almanac this morning, and it fits my current frame of mind fairly well.

Sing we and chant it…

While love doth grant it.
Not long youth lasteth,
And old age hasteth.
Now is best leisure
To take our pleasure.

All things invite us
Now to delight us.
Hence, care, be packing!
No mirth be lacking!
Let spare no treasure
To live in pleasure.

“Sing we and chant it…” by Anonymous. Public Domain.