Dinner at Le Gavroche

To celebrate many things on Wednesday, Me, Amadine, Miss Amandine's housemate, and Handbag, went to dinner at Le Gavroche. For those who don't know, Le Gavroche is a restaurant in Mayfair. A two-starred, formerly three-starred Michelin restaurant in Mayfair. Former people who worked there include Marco Pierre White, Marcus Wareing, and Gordon Ramsay.

As you can tell from my description, it's considered a really good restaurant. And it was. It was so good, Handbag had to wear a jacket inside - and they even gave him one. With gold buttons and everything. The interior is what I imagine old-style private clubs would be it like - dark corners, plush furnishings, discreet waiters who can do anything. Seriously, these waiters could carve piglet, speak two or three languages, discreetly escort you to the toilet or tell a co-worker to do it...ANYTHING!

I couldn't afford to order an entree but that didn't matter because they gave us an appetiser and an amuse-bouche. The appetiser were two little tartlets, I can't remember what one of them was because the other one was celeriac garnished with a flake of truffle. It was AWESOME. The amuse bouche was caramelised onion on pastry and some deep fried fish. The deep frying was so perfect: crunchy yet not oily, a perfect compliment to the succulent fish flesh. For main, I had scotch filet with red wine sauce and foie gras, paired with truffled macaroni and cheese.
I love foie gras (despite all the unethical things associated with it's production) and this was perfect - the melt in your mouth kind that's like When Harry Met Sally. And all macca and cheese should contain truffles. When the flavour just dissolved in your mouth, you understand that it's not just a fungus, it's a damn good one. For dessert I had a glass of tawny port from portugal...although it tasted a bit like sherry.

After this, we rolled home and I had merry merry dreams of a life well-lived.