In my world, salads rarely get starring roles in meal. Growing up, my brothers always loved meat and rarely went on about salads or vegetables. Most of my friends love meat and they rarely order salads. However, the Beverly Hills Cobb Salad would have changed their mind. It was made on sight with the prowess of an artist. The green icebergs poked rudely out of a flamboyant mix of egg yolk, blue cheese, veal, cucumber and tomato among other colorful ingredients. The blue cheese was the most dominant flavor in my salad. The granules from the egg yolk gave the salad a rather attention-grabbing texture. Served cold, the Asian Chicken Salad, which I tried for the first time in NRW2015 was as enchanting as it has always been. The salads were so filling.
The mains were the Marinated Griled Chicken, Pan seared Norwegian Salmon, Petite Beef Sliders and Pomme Frites. The first dish had people sparking a little debate. I loved the parsnip puree but the chicken was a bit bland. The Pan Seared Norwegian Salmon would use some salt but it had a fascinating burst of flavour on the tongue.
I am always looking forward to dessert. You never know what you will get. When the Baked Alaska arrived, there was a moment of silence. It was simply, beautiful. It stood there like a mural. A mural of wonder, an über mural. I was looking at it with the type of dilated-pupil, sweaty, pulse-racing lust women reserve for Ricky Whittle (google him).
There was a Dark Chocolate Fondant icecream. The baked Alaska was a burst of sugar. If you have a sweet tooth, this is what you order for dessert. The dark Chocolate Fondant ice cream came in a pair. One was hot whilst the other was cold. Trying one after the other left your tongue in a confused madness. The good kind of tangled madness. The Crème Brulee was a little sidelined because it did not break the stage like the Baked Alaska but ‘still waters run deep’. I scrupulously thought that this ‘humble pie’ was the preeminent of the desserts. My friend Penelope gave me a weird look as if to say, ‘Jean, you have no idea what you are talking about’.