It is a very small restaurant.  So intimate, and formal without pretence.  We were seated at a table for two – each table for two is positioned around the outside of the room, with the chairs turned into the centre, great for people watching, but mostly so that the waiters may attend to you easily.  The Maitre’d made it seem like he remembered my friend whom I went with, and when she remarked that I had come from Australia, this piece of information made its way to ALL the staff (no joke), as even the servers would ask me how my experience was so far and whether it lived up to expectations.  Each PERSON has their own waiter AND their own server.  The server brings the food on a silver platter with your plate under a ciloche for your gloved waiter to serve you your plate.  Then, your waiter with a flourish pours sauce onto your dish – it is all so symphonic in its execution and inside, I was squealing with delight at every little detail.  But – compose yourself FoodieChat, this IS a three star restaurant, so look cool like you always do this

Did I mention the price? A mere 45 pounds (plus tax) gets you THREE courses for lunch.  In aussie dollars, that’s less than $100!!  There is no such thing as a three MICHELIN star restaurant in Australia, but I can tell you that lunch at most three HAT restaurants would set you back more.  What a bargain.  Even without the “name” the value for money is unsurpassable.  To make it more discreet, only the host of the table gets the menu with the prices. Which set me into a moment of panic thinking “What if the lunch special menu is not available!” because the usual degustation is priced more realistically at 120 pounds.

Guess what this is?  Amuse bouche? No.  In fact, it is the whipped salted butter. Sprinkled with gold leaf and piped onto a granic disc on silver.  *die* of pleasure!!

Now here is the amuse bouche.  My companion is pescatarian, and the kitchen ever so kindly even adapted the amuse bouche, using a tiny poached quails egg sitting in the pea broth.

I am not vegetarian, which means I got the unmodified version. Any guesses about what it is?

My first frogs leg!!  The tiny bone (Slightly offputting hehehe), stuck into a lightly crumbed ball of the flesh which sat on top of a cured speck (I think) and in the pea broth.  OK, if I’m ever going to try a frog’s leg, it’s gotta be at Gordon Ramsay.  It was kinda like flaked chickeny-tuna actually.  Quite seafood-y.    For my first course, I ordered the crab and scallop raviolo.  It was served with the bisque poured by my waiter, and only now in reveiwing my photos had I noticed the painstaking detail – the dots of oil on the dish, the perfectly cubed tomato – but look closely – a tiny herb placed on each tomato – spring onion, chive, coriander. WOW.

The filling was so generous and flavoursome.  And served on a piece of trimmed cabbage.

My friend’s main was fish.  Cooked to perfection, with cute little turned baby veges too.  The flesh was like pearl and melted in your mouth.

But now here is a reason to get excited.  I had the pork dish. It was pork 4 ways!  Count them – pork loin – tender as, and cooked exactly text book pink/just cooked, generously proportioned; crisp proscuitto, a piece of pork belly, and my second first of the day – black pudding.  Hmmm……………………… now that was not something i had ever intended to try…. but again, close my eyes – if there’s ANY place I would try it, it would have to be Gordon Ramsay.  I hope no one saw me spread it on my bread.  I wasn’t game to eat it on its own.  (Did I mention the bread is offered to you all through the meal, as much as you want, so you don’t have to act all greedy and ask for me?).  I was pleasantly surprised – it was like pate!  Quite more-ish and savoury.  The pork dish was served with a yummy jus and a baked nashi slice,.

Well sorry there’s only one dessert photo. We both chose the banana parfait with salted caramel ice cream, no question about it!  A perfectly square crispy chocolate casing enclosed a smooth banana semifreddo, with a perfect quennelle of caramel ice cream.   It sat on a passionfruit sauce drizzle, with a triangular brandy snap on top.

The bananas in the parfait were just slightly more ripe for my own personal tasting, but I can’t flaw it because the perfect degree of banana ripeness is such a personal thing.  I wondered to myself how on earth the delicate lacey chocolate coating was applied.  And here another impressive feature of the restaurant – one of our two waiters overhead and casually said that the chef applies chocolate via a spray and it sets itself due to the cold ice cream.  Have you ever known such an attentive waiter who needn’t even refer back to the kitchen about how something is made?? Wow.  Did I mention he was cute too?  Especially since all the waiters wear coats with tails

Feeling so satisfied and on cloud 9 from such an extraordinary meal, being treated like royalty in a non-stuffy way, I sat back to commence digestion.  Elegantly of course!  When along came a funny little sculptural stand.  What is this thing??

Silver baubles stuck onto a stand were in fact – hand made truffles!! So many to eat between just the two of us! How generous!   They were white chocolate coated, and sprayed with edible silver.  Another *internal squeal of delight*.  And as I bit into my first of 4 truffles….along comes a silver vessel, smoking…. what the?    The gloved hand of the waiter removed the lid and although I wanted to watch the dreamy cloud evaporate to see what was inside – I also wanted it to last – I love dry ice!

Inside the lotus folded napkin enclosed silver vessel of dry ice was in fact ice cream balls!  More balls! How perfectly round are they? And again – how did they do it??

White chocolate encased strawberry ice cream.  The most intense strawberry flavour EVER.

Inside the truffles

It just astounds me that what is one of the world’s best restaurants – and at the least – the best in London – is the remarkable generosity to offer such extras as the amuse bouche, the choccies and ice cream and unlimited bread, even though we were paying a mere 50 pounds a head.  I don’t get it. But I wish Sydney restaurants would catch on.   I just couldn’t resist taking a photo of the amazing sugar bowl.  Cubes – raw and white – perfectly tesselating in the container!

I think my efforts to look “cool” must have been pretty unbelievable, because at the end of the meal, the waiter asked if we would like to have a look at the kitchen.  WOULD WE?!   He had already made my day with the strawberry ice cream balls, but to finish it off in this manner!  And boy was there a shock in the kitchen.  I could not believe it that we were welcomed and in fact, head chef Clare Smyth took time from cleaning and prettying plates to walk from behind the serving bench to shake my hand!!    Do you know any other kitchen that would allow you to come in, treat you like a visitor instead of an imposition – and for the chef to want to meet you?  And the waiter even offered to take a photo for us – I didn’t even dare to ask.

Even recounting the memories now is making me happy.  Do you see what I mean in that the Gordon Ramsay we see on TV is completely at odds to his flagship restaurant?   Lucky Londoners to get to eat here.  I have no idea how they can possibly make money – such a high staff to customer ratio, fine food and such high quality of staff.   Hopefully with Ramsay’s rapid world domination more of this winning formula can be transpired to other parts of the world.  Now this is three Michelin star dining.  And I want more!

Inside the store, it’s even cuter, with pink cupboards, pink and brown checkered floor and rows and rows of perfect cupcakes behind glass display cabinets. (I didn’t notice this lovey dovey couple on the left until I got home, the guy blended so well with the decor ).  The restaurant has a row of benches where you can eat it (it costs more though) and enjoy a coffee.

All the treats from the book are on display here.  The most popular is the red velvet, and of course the traditional vanilla cupcake, each is adorned with a lick of pastel cream.  New flavour of the day was the earl grey tea flavour.

These mounds of calories and goodness were in fact rocky roads, rather than rocky road topped cupcakes as I had imagined.

Apart from the cupcakes, Hummingbird Bakery also has large cakes. Sadly, I didn’t realise you could buy these by the slice, until too late

Despite the fact that I was still full from lunch, I decided I did not want to carry around a cupcake whilst shopping. So I had to eat one there. Eating in costs just slightly more – but at least it allowed me to dissect what’s so good about these cupcakes After much agonising deliberation, I decided on a chocolate cupcake for something different, swathed in a gorgeous lemon coloured vanilla frosting.

The cake to icing ratio was less pleasing to me than to the traditional American audience (ie 50% cupcake 50% ‘frosting’!), however the cake was deliciously moist without being sickly sweet, and the icing wasn’t grainy at all, and quite buttery.

I highly highly recommend the book, the cupcake recipe does in fact have sooo little butter, which means that you can eat them relatively guilt free

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It came with freshly deep fried (And very oily) but crispy french fries.

But OMG, how do I describe the flavour…. it was so rich (and to be honest soooo salty), but there was smokey bacon flavour, and after asking the waiter, found out that the other ingredient are cream (yikes!), paprika, garlic, mushrooms, green beans.   It was SO AMAZINGLY tasty!!! The pork loin must be simmered in this flavoursome sauce, as it was so tender.  They didn’t give enough The portion was so small and not much meat at all. But I asked for bread to mop up all the amazing sauce.

We also tried traditional Danish meatballs.  They were served on a platter with traditional accompaniments: pickled cucumbers, barbeque sauce, parsley potatoes and sauerkraut.  There were also parsley potatoes that were so salty that they tasted like they were cooked in sea water! The meatballs were a bit disappointing too, because they were a bit “floury” like rissoles. 

Maybe the Danes need heavy handed seasoning as the freezing cold weather just makes you crave strong flavours, we didn’t get to try enough traditional cuisine to be able to tell.

I do highly recommend that pork casserole though. I definitely definitely will attempt to try to make it at home.  Other people were trying the herring platter too. Not for the faint hearted Aussie like me though

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The room’s focal point is the antipasti bar, where the platters of cured meats are shaved to order and ornately presented on beautiful platters.  The produce is hung from the ceiling, and the platters are served on wooden boards, balanced on cans of chopped tomatoes from Italy – a cute touch.

Whole legs of proscuitto hang invitingly from the ceiling.

The fresh made pasta is put out to display, with the pastas occupying one third of the menu.

The dining room is very Jamie too, an eclectic mix of old style furniure (pardon me but I talk food, not furniture ) and more akin to a diner than a fine dining experience. Simple but tasty goes hand in hand with the no-nonsense approach to furnishings.

The kitchen is also open plan for all to see and to give you a sneak peek of the menu before you committ! And boy are there choices galore.

For appetisers, we tried the arancni, three freshly fried crispy balls of rice filled with gooey melted cheese with light as air parmesan grated on top.  it was served with a spicy relish that had a kick to it, along with a fresh coriander taste.  Very moreish.

There was also a few choices of bruschetta. We had the roasted tomato one, it was more like crostini, with ricotta smeared on garlicky grilled bread, and the signature Jamie splash of olive oil to give it a nice glistening.

From the extensive pasta menu, we opted to tru the wagyu polpette (mini meat balls) and parpadelle.  We got 3.5 meatballs exactly.  They were nice, but I think could have done with a lift of some fresh chilli or some more depth through red wine.  The entree sizes are extremely generous in size and very well priced – GBP6 for this size!  And only GBP3 more for a main size. I really expected to pay more for the celebrity chef factor.

We couldn’t go past the truffle fettucine.  The butter flavour was really rich. Something to cut down the richness maybe, but not sure what.  but the truffles gave it an earthy flavour and it wasn’t stingy at all.

The truffle chips – who would have thought of such a clever combination.  Cheap as chips with the most expensive ingredient ever – a fine combination.  Perfectly seasoned and more fluffy parmesan on top.   Definitely order one serve per person, you won’t regret it. They weren’t greasy at all either.

Well the mandatory salad.  The fresh peas were delicious.

I’ve been watching Jamie at Home, and one time there was an episode where he made Panzanella from his backyard wood fired oven.  The bread was so crispy and hot and cooked with the yummy meat fat.  It was this that I was craving and was excited at the opportunity to try it cooked for me.  There was such a wonderful variety of heirloom tomatoes and the salad was rich with capers and gorgeous roasted red capsicum.

At GBP60 for 3 people – 3 mains, 3 entrees and a drink and two sides, it’s great value.  No wonder why it’s packed full of people, ranging from families to after work couples, to fellow celebrity chef tragics armed with cameras like me.  Just make sure you order the fritto misto if you go

The tea is taken in the Promenade lounge in the hotel.  As we went during the week of the Chelsea Flower show, the tea cost £50 per person plus 12.5% service charge, instead of the usual £35.  Effectively A$100.  So expensive   Well if they say that that’s where it is, better try it.  I actually don’t know what the extra £15 gets you and it seemed quite like a standard high tea.  If you took the special flower high tea for another £11, you got to take home a small pot plant of flowers as well as a more expensive type of champagne.  Standard high tea for me! 

I’m not a drinker, so I contemplated substituting the champagne for a softie. But looking at the menu, the champers itself was £15!  It was actually very fruity and sweet and bubbly still, unlike some other venues that have pre-opened bottles without the fizz.   

I was so ecstatic when the waiters asked if we had any allergies or dislikes.  I actually don’t eat mayonnaise, and the evil white sauce is found in sandwiches the world round, as if there wasn’t such a thing as a sandwich (or sushi in fact!) that could survive without it!  The chefs obliged without any complaint and made them without the sauce for me! And made them vegan for my friend too.  The bread was made fresh and was obviously made in house.  There was a standard cucumber sandwich on caraway seed scented bread, caponata/roast veg on pumpkin bread.  My favourite was the chicken on basil bread, and there was also smoked salmon.  Something I wasn’t accustomed to was the fact that we were asked if we wanted seconds!  Free refills – awesome!  We had both fasted in order to come so we relished another serve of each.

We were served a pre-dessert then, a white peach jelly with jasmine tea foam.  Wow, the peach was the perfect mix of sweetness with a hint of tartness, and it complemented the jasmine tea foam perfectly.  The foam’s tea flavour was so intense without being overpowering, and the texture – so silky!

I haven’t actually had clotted cream before, in Australia we often just get double cream or whipped cream.  On the table I actually thought it was butter – wow, now I know why they call it clotted cream – artery clogging perhaps??  We also had some really runny not set strawberry jam (more akin to syrup) and some blueberry jam which was better.

A sultana scone and a plain scone each.  They weren’t as fluffy as I would have liked, quite flat in fact   But they had a good crumb.

Getting full now.  Which is why it was sort of acceptable that we only got one plate of sweets to SHARE.  I think it was extremely stingy. For $100, we should at least have our own cakes, instead of having to cut these dainty morsels with our knives and making them looked hacked and unappetising   We had a total of five cakes to share.  A key lime and basil macaroon (a  bit weird, but luckily the basil is very faint), a rose flavoured mousse on top of a strawberry sponge, a peanut and caramel mille feuille and another friand type cake.  And I forgot what the other one was!  The mille feuille was my favourite, but it looked like a disaster after we cut it.  I wasn’t much of fan of the dense friand cake. For $100 I would have also thought that they could serve it on a plate that had been cleaned of crumbs as well.

Stinginess aside, the waiter was wonderful.  This is a posh place to go without having to be snooty, and you can tell by the fact that it’s regularly booked out.  I can’t help but conclude that high tea is a bit of a rip off, as I didn’t feel like what we had was worth $100. Especially since I can have a three course meal at three-Michelin starred Gordon Ramsay at Hospital Road for that same price (Blog post to come).  Maybe if we hadn’t gone on the Chelsea Flower Show week it would have seemed a bit more worth it.  High tea everywhere is expensive, but at least other hotels give you a sweet each.   I have to say they did look beautiful though. And they were great sandwiches.

The dining room is very intimate, no more than 4 tables in the front half and approximately 10 tables in the main dining area.  Three of these were set out for solo diners like me that day.  A gorgeous gerbera plate set your place, a dish of salted green olives for nibbling as you select your meal.

It’s settled, the lunch set menu for me! And out comes the bread basket, which is offered to you throughout your savoury courses without having to be asked, as it should be with Michelin ranked restaurants.  That day, cheese and bacon savoury scone was offered, as was wholemeal slice, french style, poppyseed and star anise flavoured.  The savoury scone was fluffy like a muffin, slightly oily to the touch but delicious and warm.  I have to admit though the star anise flavour was slightly overpowering for me.

The canapes of the day were a gnocchi, still warm and pan fried, a pumpkin mousse that was cold and served with crumbled blue cheese on top, and a poppyseed wafer filled with foie grois mousse.  The gnocchi was delightful.  Topped with a shaving of parmesan, it had a good al dente texture, not too soft as it was a finger food – more like a savoury potato croquette, but softer.  The mousse was sweet but I would have preferred it slightly warmed, and surprisingly the cheese wasn’t overpowering at all!  The wafer was thin as paper, and crisp, and delicately balanced on a two pronged fork like instrument.  These three canapes were certainly a treat, and rivalled some other Michelin restaurants (to follow in Foodiechat!) in terms of value, as the serving size was more akin to an entree! 

So the choices for the entree were snails or cured kingfish. Hmm… I must admit, although this blog is called “FoodieChat” and I do adore food, I by no means claim to have a sophisticated palate!  I, like most people, had reservations about trying snails. But where better to try them than at a Michelin restaurant?  Here goes!  The plate came, looking like a work of art.  Six snails were served with mushroom beignets (like mushroom tofu puffs!), lentils, smoked bacon and parsley veloute.  The squeamish thoughts in me thought the foam reminded me of snails frothing when as a child I used to salt them!.  Surprisingly, the snails were very tasty!

Unfortunately, I could not help but recognise the slug like bit.  I struggled to look at it, instead concentrating on the creaminess of the mushroom beignets, the delicious bacon dice and the lentils contrasting with the crispy parsley and the garlicky snails. 

Well, just re-lived that memory.  Next came the pork fillet, served on sweet apple puree with roasted baby carrots, pomme souffle (Those crispy pillows on top!), spring greens and sage jus.  Look how gorgeous the plate looked.  It was an absolute work of art.  Print this on a canvas and stick it on your wall, it would not look out of place.  The pork was melt in your mouth tender, pink but not not bloody, lean but not tough.  And those pommes souffles – the best chips ever.  The carrots were deeply caramelised and so sweet, the bed of apple puree sweet but just the right amount of tartness as well.

As you can see, the servings were very generous at Pied A Terre.  And they also were generous enough to give a pre-dessert.  It was a jasmine tea mousse on top of a custard topped with crumble and a delicate placed mini red petal.  The mousse was so refreshing and cooling and I wanted to dive right in and have it in one spoon.  But Michelin starred food is to be savoured slowly and enjoyed, unravelling the flavours in each lick.

And finally, the dessert of the day.  The service was friendly, unobtrusive. but my one complaint is that the dessert was served whilst I was at the bathroom   Resulting in some ice cream melting.  It was a poached loquat with honey jelly, vanilla bean ice cream and almond tuilte.  It was very refreshing as it wasn’t overly sweet.  And again, very beautiful to look at.

All in all, I loved this meal.  The price they charge you is a steal – I have no idea how they can make money on this.  Thirty quid for three Michelin starred courses.  I wished I lived in London and could enjoy this calibre of food, the price being the icing on the cake.

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