We decided to give our driver the night off and walk to a local restaurant 250m from our posh apartment. Spontaneously coming across a delightful white pillared residence turned restaurant that oozed overindulgence. The interior-designed French fantasy included silver service and very good wait staff. The powder room! The detail. Gilt furniture. The art. Oh did I mention the food? The first three courses came out together like a set of small sculptures created with great skill. The Waygu beef tartare looked like a mini icecream, horseradish cream on top. The cone waffle sat in a little glass filled with wild rice. The flavour was devine with strong elements of lemon. I regressed as my child tried to tear the restaurant apart. So glad we had a room to ourselves. Kaffir lime flavoured crustaceans sitting on top of an amazing broth in a small coffee cup. Foie gras served on top of a freshly made pasta coated scallop. Then Venison and parsnip cream, Chocolate soufflé and the other dish hmmm I wish I could remember.
The French, Australian and German wines, so well paired it was like adam and eve eating from the forbidden fruit. The ying to my yang. I asked the waiters to stop but they kept bringing out more courses like a Napolean army. The Chef Renaud Le Rasle shared his soul with us through his food that night; his masterpieces a tribute to French cuisine.
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