The fad for super-high-end restaurants - not just plain high-end restaurants - to tweeze out their meticulously prepared imaginative and utterly original super-scrumptious foods is waning. Only a few chefs could produce an experience like this.
I remember feeling distinct pain there each time I paid the check.
I also remember a stunned awareness that I’d do it again. I had had no idea anything could taste as good as the simple combination of a langoustine and a basil leaf inside a see-through wrapper of fried brik pastry, or the far more complex glass of sea urchin suspended in lobster jelly under a quarter-inch of cauliflower cream that was like an insanely luxurious Jell-O salad.
In addition, many of these restaurants serve tasting menus. As with the one I described above, the object is not to wallow in the valley of an entree but to hop from peak to peak with one fresh new taste with every forkful. It’s utterly different from eating at a Denny’s or even a fancy steakhouse.
The pleasures there go beyond the exquisite tastes. Pride in being able to pay for a $25,000 dessert is, um, priceless, and small portions make more room for $100,000 bottles of wine. So is the understanding that the experience is not for you plebes. It’s like trying to compare a splash park with a white sand beach at a private island.