On a Superbowl Sunday evening, I noted that two third of the American population are not watching anyway, so why should I? Instead, I used the opportunity to sample yet another Bostonian restaurant. And the Menton probably counts among its finest, if not the best.
You enter a refined dining room. The first you receive is a winelist which lets you choose, among others, between five pages of sparkling wine. I had a Gin Lavender Lemon aperitif - tastes better than it sounds.
You are being greeted from the kitchen with a string of amuse bouches, some of them presented atop a glass jar of stones or dried corn.
Instead of the fixed price menu or the chef's tasting, which both look good, I tried three appetizers: the hamachi was exquisitely prepared and well accompanied by pumpkin seed, curry and sorrel. The horseradish velouté, served at the table, came with quail egg, brioche and beech mushroom, a perfect blend. The terrine of foie gras came close to the best I ever had, at Harald Wohlfahrt's Schwarzwaldstube. Oroblanco, an otherwise completely superfluous fruit, made sense, as did the ginger.
If you did not think chicory is suitable as a desert, try the chicory cremeux, which came with hazelnut, apple and star anise.
The staff being extremely attentive, the kitchen super quick (ok, it was not fully seated that night), it was an exquisite dining experience. Value for money - I paid almost as much the other night in another restaurant, but this was a stratosphere above in quality and presentation. Strongly recommended.
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