I ain’t gotta die for me to get to heaven
The scene, perching on stools at a bar in Leith. Drinking: glass of white wine. Atmosphere: nervous. The plan: fancy meal in fancier restaurant. The fear: he was going to propose.
Of course he didnt, but if there had ever been a more perfect evening to do so, i cant imagine one.
The Boy it seems is on a quest to impress. Forget roses, forget chocolate, it seems the way to my heart is a loin of Border’s roe deer with a gratin of salsify and sauce grand veneur. Or, possibly ceviche of halibut with mango and passion fruit. Or how about crab ‘marie rose’ and veal tartare with white raddish and basque pepper? Or all of the above and more.
7 courses. 6 wines. Champagne. An adorable wine waiter who put up with me complaining about being served chardonay (Je le déteste). The best looking cheese trolley i have ever seen and a waiter who understands my need for strong and blue only. Haggis bon bons. An amuse bouche that contained my favourite thing on the whole menu – strangely – calf’s tongue. Food that looked like art, divine.
But then that is why restaurant Martin Wishart has a michelin star.
Im spoiled, i know i am.
There are no photos. One can not whip out ones IPhone at a such a place.
(but check out the Website)
One can only dream of getting to eat like that more than once in your life.
..and the Boy? Well he’s set the bar so high now, i can not imagine what he could do next.
/gloat over
Down with Chardonnay!
The boy done good.
You had me at seven courses. Oh so jealous!
And congrats on not getting proposed to!x
Yep, that is the proper way to eat, and that cheese trolley (and cheese master/maitre fromager) is to die for.
Did you taste all the Chardonnays? The different French wines are a whole ‘nother universe compared to what so many people consider Chardonnay. And of course, that lovely Champagne you were drinking, is made from a good percentage of Chardonnay… :-)
I know, i’m a big wine fan and have been to France quite a few times (and to the Lyon wine fair where i would bring my wine back from!)
I’m never going to be a fan of oaky chardonay (whether it is new oak or not) that’s all. Personal preference!
Ooh, jealous! The food sounds divine – mmmm!
Maybe the boy can take you somewhere with TWO Michelin stars next! ;) Otherwise, I don’t know how he can top it! -x-