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Hélène Darroze at the Connaught


At Hélène Darroze's London restaurant I learned the true meaning of the verb to feast. Seven courses supplemented by outstanding add-ons including amuses, palate cleansers, petits fours and libations running the gamut from classic cocktails to the purest green tea. It's really a wonder that my stomach can still function properly. And that I didn't spontaneously combust.


The restaurant is housed in the Connaught Hotel in Mayfair, opened in the 19th century as the Prince of Saxe Coburg Hotel and renamed during World War I in an effort to diminish any Germanic connotations. The history of the place is palpable throughout the building - though beautifully restored and kept, it has an incredibly old-world atmosphere - all wooden panelling and well-spoken, courteous staff, extending even to the bathroom, where an attendant patiently turns the taps to the perfect temperature and discreetly passes you a hand towel when you've finished washing your hands. The restaurant itself finds a harmonious balance between tradition and modernity: two specially commissioned Damien Hirst stained-glass window-like butterfly pieces slot perfectly into panelled spaces (one above our heads, to my delight). 


Upon arrival we were presented with the menu, in the form of a solitaire board. Each sphere indicated a single key ingredient (discernible under cloches upon entering the restaurant, as above). My kind of game. I thought this was such an original, playful way to choose dishes, and that central to this was that wonderful element of surprise. After all, there was no way to know which ball represented a starter, main or dessert until the waiter arranged our choices on our boards.

We decided on the seven course menu - at £98 per head plus extra charges for ordering dishes like the caviar and Wagyu beef, Hélène Darroze is not the place to go on a budget. Naturellement. However, for celebrations - in our case a birthday and a significant promotion - it really is the perfect place.


Amuses arrived to tide us over as we continued to ponder our solitaire boards: cold meats, ham and cheese croquettes and a deliciously creamy shot of soup. 


We were offered endless rounds of bread to be spread lavishly with the most delicious chilli butter.


My final choices: coco bean, cep, calamari, sea bass, grouse, pineapple and chocolate.


'Caviar' with crab, radish and an avocado velouté, looked beautiful and struck a high note with my mother. 'How does she manage to get that level of flavour and sweetness into a cold dish?! I'm so impressed.' For her, this was the undoubted highlight of the meal. It's a good thing it was eaten on an empty stomach!


'Coco bean'. A silky smooth velouté with eel. Heartwarming with wonderfully refined flavours.


'Cep'. Delicious cuisses de grenouilles (frogs' legs - funnily the first time I'd ever tried them and I can now firmly say that these are not like chicken, with a smoother texture), salty persillade, walnuts, cep mushrooms and the cutest little tortellini with a perfect bite. Simply splendid, and overall my favourite dish.


'Calamari'. While this was unarguably an aesthetically stunning dish, it lacked excitement and flavour for me, perhaps because I was so taken with the first two dishes. Stuffed squid is always tricky for me too, as I've been lucky/unlucky enough to have tasted what I'd unequivocably call the best stuffed squid in the world (in a small harbourside restaurant in Fethiye). 


'Scallop' with Indian flavours - tandoori, coriander, carrot and citrus.


'Sea bass'. I'm always a fan of sea bass but it was the unique presentation that instantly won me over here - specifically the way in which the scales had been roasted so they stood up. I also loved the idea that the fish might have beached on an exotic island shore, made foamy by the crashing surf and accompanied by clams. 


A perfectly marbled block of Wagyu beef brought to the table before the meal commenced had induced two of our party to push the boat out and order a portion each. A bite of this left me as full and satisfied as if I'd enjoyed an entire steak. 


'Grouse'. A Scottish bird with the creamiest foie gras which went very well with several types of beetroot and plum.


In advance of the signature 'Savarin', a trolley bearing bottles of Armagnac from Hélène's family estate in south-west France trundled up to the table. Choose wisely, as your Baba Armagnac will be absolutely drenched in the brandy of your choice...


Doused liberally in the brandy, the baba naturally packed a punch - I had a mouthful and it took me a full minute to recover (#lightweight).


For B - blackberry meringue, presented in a glass that brought me back to my days at university, where my favourite formal desserts were possets, fools and syllabubs (still not quite sure what any of those really are...)


'Pineapple' - a cloud capturing the essence of a summer holiday. Malibu flavoured foam, fresh chunks of pineapple, crunchy biscuit, a perfectly smooth and sweet vanilla icecream beneath. Simple, but I loved it.


'Chocolate'. Essentially, the most elegant tiramisu that is ever likely to pass my lips. A wonderful marriage of architecture and food: a wonderfully bitter coffee ice cream packed into a chocolate roundel, supporting a geometrically perfect rectangle of sponge and coffee mousse walled in by tempered chocolate. 


And to finish, a palate-cleansing sorbet followed by gyokuro green tea, earl grey, jasmine silver needles white tea and that all-important espresso. All together now: it's the full stop at the end of the meal.


That full stop turned out to be more of an ellipsis...as petits fours and cannelés arrived for us to take home. We were groaningly, bursting-at-the-seams full by this point...but we weren't complaining.

Exactly what I expected of a double Michelin-starred restaurant: absolutely flawless service that goes way beyond what you'd expect of waiters - attentive, sparking up conversations, even taking a sweet Polaroid for us (sadly left behind). Oh, and gorgeously crafted, indulgent food. Of course. You can only really eat like this once a year, or once every few years...but I'd still return in a heartbeat.

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Evoluzione Basilicata Dinner


This week I was whisked away on a culinary escapade to the bel paese of South Italy - via South Kensington. Evoluzione Restaurant at Hotel Xenia is in stage two of its Guest Chef series that takes the diner on an adventure across Italy one region at a time, with a guest chef cooking alongside Michelin Star-awarded resident chef Andrea Angeletti. Having tackled Sicily six weeks ago, this week we found ourselves in the Basilicata region - the area between the 'heel' and the 'toe' of the boot of Italy, also known as Lucania. To an Italophile like myself this is a seriously fascinating concept, seeing as the different Italian regions are so diverse in terms of their food and culture, having relatively recently unified to form the state of Italy in 1861. Even more excitingly, I've never tasted food specifically from Basilicata, so I couldn't wait to see what the region had to offer!


Upon arrival in the Fornasetti-wallpapered Hotel Xenia reception room, we were given a typically warm Italian welcome with an array of delightful canapés pressed into our hands. As a sucker for anything fried, my personal favourite was this newspaper-wrapped fritella.


This little caprese in a shot glass was pretty cute too - though its texture was somewhat reminiscent of pudding, like a mini trifle. 


We were hustled to our tables in the restaurant and I scored a place at the bar right in front of the chefs. Such a keen bean! We were introduced to the spirited chef Mario Demuro, the chef currently taking the helm for Evoluzione's stint in Basilicata. Having studied languages for the first half of my undergraduate degree, I was pleased to see that he delivered his introduction - and subsequent commentary throughout the meal - in Italian, with the lovely Giovanna providing a translation. I particularly enjoyed the cultural trivia throughout the meal, such as the fact that Francis Ford's maternal lineage can be traced back to Basilicata. Now you have to read the rest of this post in a Don Corleone voice...Revenge is a dish best served cold. 


Munching on the bread beside me, I was particularly impressed by the savoury doughnuts that begged to be dipped in a saucer of extra-virgin olive oil and balsamic. As a carbaholic, I'm always seduced by good bread at a restaurant. Though nothing has beaten the bacon brioche rolls at the Ledbury yet...


Our first dish was a deconstructed pasta which transported me to the Ionian coast: delicate pasta shells on a seabed of mussels and bean mousse, swimming underneath a salty foam which conjured up the frothing spray left by the waves when they retreat from the beach. I'm more of a 'read books on the beach and don't go near the water' kinda gal, but I loved the concept - although I initially made the mistake of dipping my spoon into just the foam, which was almost like inhaling a lung of seawater. Let it be said that this was my rookie error and with the rest of the dish, the foam worked well!


As the waiters brought us each course, Chef Mario explained the symbolism and history behind each dish and also showed us how to assemble and plate up.


Next up, the dish I was most looking forward to for the sheer amazingness of its title: The potato lays the egg.


Happily, this dish turned out to be my favourite. In my fertile imagination, this was a potato boat (a boat-ato?) cutting a speedy path across a lake of rosy cauliflower sauce, buoyed on its journey by a salty cheese crisp sail and steered by a basil-leaf rudder. Inside the vessel, precious yet fragile cargo padded with cheesy fondue and crispy potato laces: a hollowed-out porcini that to my delight, when cut open, oozed a perfectly cooked golden yolk. I'm a big fan of cheese so loved the Caciocavallo fondue, named for how its maturation process resembled transportation on horseback (yep) and the cheese sail - luckily my neighbour isn't a cheese fan so I got to eat two! 


Next up, a quick pasta-making lesson. These little orecchiette-style cavatellini are made by rolling the pasta dough with one's thumb, a technique that's devilishly tricky to perfect. Believe me, I tried., but mine looked more like misshapen cushions than tiny spiralling ears.


My gorgeous dining companions for the evening - Jasiminne, Viv and Ellie!


Those little cavatellini ended up in course numero tre: rolled in a chicory pesto with a peppery crumb sprinkled over the top, and resting atop a duvet of broad bean cream. The pasta was pleasingly chewy without being rubbery - I told you I'm a sucker for carbs.



Throughout the meal charming waiters descended upon us with wines to complement each course. Horrendously slow drinker that I am, I eventually ended up with four wine glasses crowding my plate...


Course number four: lamb rolled in pancetta and stuffed with asparagus and carrots, accompanied by a little ratatouille-style selection of diced vegetables, a red wine reduction and a little spinach flan. I'm usually a big fan of lamb but unfortunately felt that its flavour was overpowered somewhat by the pancetta and the very strong wine jelly, while the spinach flan added more to the aesthetics than the overall flavour of the dish. But that's just me being biased as usually I love the flavour of lamb to speak for itself! 


And finally, a dessert bridging the gap between bustling, cosmopolitan London and the selvatico mountainous Apennines of Basilicata: made lovingly by the hands of Lucanian chefs, it incorporated two typical British desserts: the humble chocolate brownie, forming a 'soil' common to both geographical areas, punctuated by meringue mushrooms, edible floral elements and a citrusy mousse reminiscent of the classic lemon tart, and crowned by a Candonga strawberry sorbet which I thought conjured up the flavours of our most quintessentially English event, Wimbledon. 


Thank you to the jazz pianist for serenading us all the way through a delicious dinner! I wonder how Alex would feel if I suggested buying a transparent grand to spice up his future home...


And finally, grazie mille to all the chefs who put so much hard work and love into our meal! I was wowed by the familiar flavours that transcended humble home cooking, and it was so wonderful to see such abject passion for the food of a specific region. To be honest, there's probably no better place to see that than at an establishment run by Italians? 


The next Evoluzione guest chef, Teresa Buongiorno, hails from Puglia and will be cooking up a storm on the 26th May. Tickets are £65 per head including a welcome aperitif; find out more on the Hotel Xenia website. Other regions in the pipeline include Liguria, Emilia-Romagna, the Veneto, Campania and Lombardia - and I'm sure that each chef will weave their own unique story. 

Hotel Xenia, Evoluzione and the chef team - vi ringrazio for such an unforgettable evening! I'm more excited than ever for my first visit to southern Italy this summer and now that I've tasted the raw ingredients of the Basilicata region, I very much hope that one day I'll get to visit its mountains and taste caciocavallo in situ!

Disclaimer: I was very kindly invited by Zomato to dine at Evoluzione. My experience was complimentary though as always, my opinions remain my own. 


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Granger & Co


There's an unmistakeable veneer of Yummy Mummy Hangout surrounding Granger & Co's Notting Hill branch. The restaurant has supplanted 202 and Tom's further down on Westbourne Grove as the trendy west Londoner's eatery of choice, as a natural refuelling point after a morning spent pottering around Joseph and Daylesford. Doubting Thomas(ina) that I am, when my mother invited my sister and I to lunch in Notting Hill, I was pretty ready to debunk the myth and proclaim Granger a fad. But, of course, I fell in love with the darn place. I mean, look at that cake. Just look at it. And absolve me of my guilt. 


The Notting Hill area is pretty hard not to love in spring. Each immaculately-kept street is lined with trees, which rain multicoloured blossoms on to the steps of the palatial stucco-fronted townhouses. The people who live here are weirdly beautiful too. Seriously, though. A couple occupying the table opposite ours looked like they'd just stepped off the pages of Monocle. 


True to form, I went for a big bowl of pasta, meat and cheese. More specifically: chicken and pancetta meatballs, cicchetti and spinach swimming in a buttery, lemony broth, covered in parmesan and lemon zest. A perfect combination for a spring day - summery citrus flavours paired with comforting broth and hefty meatballs for weather that was beginning to warm up but wasn't quite at the humid height of summer.


Sis went for a prawn and chilli linguine, with rocket leaves sprinkled liberally over the top. Again, a perfect spring dish and a generous portion too, with a big helping of juicy prawns and a good level of heat from the chilli.


The stars of the lunch were the puddings, though. We knew from experience that ordering three would prevent any squabbles. Because these were the kind of desserts worth fighting over.


A pot of chia seeds soaked in almond milk and coconut yoghurt was perfectly complemented by summer berries and pomegranate seeds. I could eat this stuff every morning if only I was motivated enough to soak the seeds overnight!


There's that cake again: the moistest cheesecake I've ever had, flavoured with mango. The top was like a gilded jewellery box, glazed with a golden mango jam and studded with ruby-like pomegranate seeds. Incredibly addictive.


My mum's favourite was the pistachio pavlova, topped with a cloud of yoghurt cream, passion fruit seeds and crushed pistachios. The perfect way to round off a meal that smacked of spring and heralded the promise of summery days ahead. 

Hats off to Bill Granger. I feel a tiny bit bad for being so cynical now. In fact, I may have to go and stock up on some Sandro and Maje pieces so I can blend in with the yummy mummy clientele... and more importantly, justify coming here more often!

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