(Note the waiter taking our photo in the reflection).
Okay, sorry, our anniversary! For the first time ever, Boy had planned a surprise dinner for me, refusing to tell me where we were going. In the back of my mind, I’d secretly hoped (and suspected) that he booked a certain restaurant that I’d wanted to go to for a long time…
But before that, he told me to meet him at the bar at Bulgari Hotel in Knightsbridge.
I had a silly smile smacked on my face, partly because it was a special occasion, partly because I was hanging out with one of my best pals, and another because Knightsbridge is where my dream restaurant was!
I didn’t say anything though in case I was wrong and it’d be super embarrassing and I’d feel super bad.
Boy was giving me lots of attention, as always. Too much. Stop smothering me.
Dinner wasn’t for a while, so we ordered a some drinks and chatted away.
Then a few more drinks, and more chatting…
Don’t ask me what we ever talk about. I wouldn’t be able to tell you.
He gave me that look and blurted out “You know where we’re going, don’t you?”.
IT WAS REAL. IT WAS HAPPENING. DINNER BY HESTON.
The menu was amazing. It showed the history of what each dish was inspired from. How incredibly cool is that?
Ever since I found out Boy actually studied wine in one of those societies for a bit, I’ve insisted he pick the wine every time. There’s no point risking it with me. It’s more of a 70/30 success rate.
The bartenders also didn’t make our cocktails when we arrived as we moved to our table soon after, so they gave us complimentary champagne as an apology.
Apology accepted, my friends.
I tried to resist the bread so I wouldn’t fill up before I had a mountain of food that I knew was coming my way, but alas, I couldn’t. Surprise, surprise.
How was the butter so good? I don’t even understand.
Boy was set on ordering 3 starters, and who was I to go against his wishes? I guess I’d just haaave to eat 3…
First, Frumenty (c.1390) – Grilled Octopus, Smoked Sea Broth, Pickled Dulse & Lovage. Mmmmm.
Next, Salamagundy (c.1720) – Chicken Oysters, Salsify, Marrow Bone & Horseradish Cream. It was good, but probably my least favourite out of all of the starters.
And last of all, the dish that you absolutely cannot go to Dinner without ordering. I will lose all respect for you. Unless you’re vegetarian, then fine.
‘Cause this isn’t fruit. It’s Meat Fruit my friends. (c.1500), it looks like a Mandarin, but it’s Chicken Liver & Foie Gras Parfait, with Grilled Bread on the side.
As you can probably tell, it was insanely good. We blissfully ate away every last bit, putting the fact that we still had mains to come in the back of our mind.
Not for long though. It took us a while to decide which mains to go for, but we finally settled for two (sharing, of course).
The first dish was a gorgeous, big, fat piece Roast Iberico Pork Chop (c.1820). It came with Smoked Hispi Cabbage, Confit Onion, Apple & Mead and Robert Sauce.
Next was the dish the waiter said a lot of people look over because it’s chicken, but it’s a dish Heston always insists to have as a middle dish when he comes in. It was the Chicken Cooked With Lettuces (c.1670) with Grilled Onion Emulsion, Spiced Celeriac Sauce & Oyster Leaves.
It was absolutely phenomenal. Rich and juicy. I don’t know how they made it – soak it away in butter? Or angel tears?
Boy read my mind and also ordered a side of English Buttered Kale.
Frankie and I had discussed the restaurant before, and the one thing she said I had to order was Tipsy Cake (c.1810) with Spit Roast Pineapple.
You need to order it when you order your mains as it takes 40 minutes to cook, therefore I was set on having dessert from the start. And thank goodness I was.
It was its custardy sauce that made it what it was.
I thought dessert ended there, but they follow everyones meal with a little Chocolate Ganache.
Ours was a little special though.
We were then asked if we wanted a little visit from the ice-cream trolley. There is no other appropriate answer apart from “YES”.
Right in front of you, he makes a gorgeous, creamy vanilla ice-cream using nitrogen.
You can then pick two toppings to get wrapped around that scoop of luscious ice-cream.
I went for freeze-dried raspberries and chocolate hazelnut.
Boy had apple popping candy and the chocolate hazelnut stuff. He chose a winner with that popping candy!
One dessert somehow turned into three.
I’m still unsure how we ate that much. Instead of heading to a bar or something even remotely cool, we rolled home absolutely stuffed.
Boy officially raised the surprise standards! Although I did arrange City Social that one time…