I had no idea where we were going. Just turned 60 and on a blind date. The date in this case was no person, but as it turned out a dream fulfilled.
I love cooking and eating good food ever since I can remember and for a good part of that time had always been interested in news from 'Le Gavroche'. That little corner of Upper Brook Street once the height of cuisine excellence under the patronage of Albert Roux and now being cared for by his son Michel.
Imagine how wide my smile when the taxi stopped outside this regency red brick building.
I have a admission to make, dear reader, the reason I'm writing this is mostly selfish. I'm striking this keyboard in an effort to pinch myself in reflection. There are many things that could be said about the Menu Exceptionnel - eight courses of perfection; but as words can at times be inadequate, the one bit of advice I venture is for two people to eat this selection of delectables at the same time. For only then, as with sublime music, can you communicate your experience to another. You know what the other is feeling. The closest I can get to it is the sense of being loved and in love.
As you can imagine the service was friendly, timely and impeccable.
It must be very difficult to assume the mantle of such a genius chef as Michel's father, Albert, but he's done it with such love, respect and a style all his own, he truly does stand on the giant shoulders of his father and has become his own genius.
So that was a blind date in a class all of its own.
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