I've never in my life witnessed such a pretentious concoction of smoking (dry ice) foods all disguised as something else or else something totally foreign and unrecognizable. We endured the tedious parade of endless courses (each consisting of two or three bites of something vaguely noxious) and were longing for a single dish of something we could recognize and actually taste. The chef, a very sweet man looking weirdly like Al Pacino as Frank Serpico, would do well making science fixture movies with lots of special effects. Cannot begin to fathom all the race reviews!
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