What happens when you have dinner at a Michelin star restaurant?
The past few weekends I’ve had some family visiting, which ended up with me trying some restaurants that I would never go otherwise. That kind of restaurants that the food comes out so perfectly presented that you don’t want to eat it so it doesn’t get destroyed.
In these restaurants I went to, I had a very fulfilling (and obviously fattening) gastronomic experience.
It all starts with the entrance to the restaurant, which apparently is mandatory that a big fuss be made. First, there is a welcoming gentleman to open the taxi door for us, then another doorman opens the restaurant door, followed by the elegant PR lady who takes off our coats, followed by the guy who takes us to our table, followed by the guy who moves my chair so I can sit and the other 3 waiters who do the same to my family. And, in between every step of the process, there are a lot of “bonne soiree”’s and “bienvenue mademoiselle”’s.
Once the arrival procedure is completed, comes the army of waiters. All very poised and super nice, one brings the delicious “amuse bouche”, and another brings the wine list, which looks like an giant encyclopedia. There is one bringing a rolling-table full of all sorts of breads and another one brings the menus.
Every dish in the menu has a funny name, with long descriptions full of names and rich adjectives, but of course impossible to guess what they are. So, here’s when the maître comes in to explain every single dish in the menu, in any language ‘we would prefer’. And they really mean it when they say “any language” – I even heard Japanese at another table.
After ordering what we wanted to try, the hardest part was over. The rest of the dinner we just enjoyed incredibly tasty and delicious food. Every dish is never simple; there are always 2 or 3 different recipients, with several sauces and forms of garnish.
Obviously, the dishes people normally order together with many ‘amuse-bouche’, entrees, crispy breads, desserts and a very good wine, make you feel like you can’t eat for the next weeks, but also make you the happiest person at the time. 🙂
I think eating is the best part of visiting Paris. I’m sure. Definitely.
- L’Atelier de Joel Robuchon (annainternational.wordpress.com)