- 15.5.11 18:03
- ""If you were to dine at el Bulli”, writes the American journalist Lisa Abend, “you would arrive in Roses [a town on the Costa Brava] fairly early in the day”. You would drive up the unmarked road to the restaurant. Around 7.30, one of the maître d’s would ask
"if you’d like to start the meal with cocktails on the veranda . . . . Regardless of what the “drink” comprises, there will be something about it that is amusing or delightful . . . . Then the snacks will start appearing, in groups of two or three, each one on its own specially designed plate: pristine disks that look like elaborately decorated candies from a Parisian confiserie but taste of salty sesame; crisp, translucent rectangles of raspberry punched up with wasabi’s heat; a thin cracker that tastes purely and intensely of the juiciest tomato you’ve ever eaten."
It’s all rather hypothetical, though, since neither you nor I are likely to dine at el Bulli."
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