Although Heston Blumenthal's storied Fat Duck restaurant has some strict picture-taking protocol (“No Flash Photography” and “Keep Your Lens Trained On The Table"), the Ulterior Epicure was able to document every nibble of his 15-course feast.
I approached The Fat Duck as a skeptic. None of my encounters with molecular gastronomy (“m.g.”) in the U.S. had impressed me: alinea, moto, wd~50… The Fat Duck was not only my first full-frontal m.g. experience outside the U.S., but it would be the first m.g. restaurant I visited that bothered to use the Shift key.
Why would I want to drink my donut? Why do I need to eat off a wire protruding precariously near my eye when I’m capable of picking things up? Why would I want my foie gras tied in a knot? Why?
Would the m.g. skeptic go back? "I suppose," he says, "though the menu seemed a bit stale."
Warning: your finger has a lot of scrolling work to do on this entry; it's a long one. At least try to get to the sixth course: snail porridge.
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