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Mohsin Siddiqui -
5 years ago
All about form vs. substance. If you like beets and pseudo-intellectualised food, you will love this place. If you're in the mood for a really memorable meal though, not so much.
Good service, although not good enough to make up for the excessive levels of pretension that accompanied every (tiny) portion, nor the obsession with fermented, prepared-in-rapeseed-oil, dehydrated-for-60-days-at-55-degrees food items. Some items were good (the beef for example, and the char) but for the prices charged (€150 per head for the eight-course option) and the amount of time taken, do NOT waste your money on this. Seriously. The "German coffee", which was chicory root, was awful; the dessert ("memories of childhood") was effectively frozen milk with sour currants and qualifies for retroactive child-abuse.
The decor is reminiscent of a first-class airport lounge; very nice but soulless and the severity of the surroundings (other diners especially) made for a very somber birthday dinner. One of the courses should probably have been laden with anti-depressants. The presentation of food was excellent, and visually striking but there was a sense of ennui about the whole thing; it would make more sense to spend extra and go to a two-star Michelin than to this. Hugely disappointing. Pictures are in menu sequence; the last two are the two so-called desserts.