On the way to Cannes, we sometimes like to stop in London for a bit of a break in the long journey. And we always like to seek out a great meal. On this trip we landed a reservation at world-renowned THE FAT DUCK. Even more theatrical than José Andres, Heston Blumenthal’s creations were almost borderline silly, but nonetheless, we had an incredible time. The “sound of the sea” replete with a very believable sand creation and headphones to listen to the surf when you ate might have landed Karrie on the other side of the line. Not one, not two, but three dishes employed dry ice and there were bonefide magic tricks during the not-so-full English Breakfast.
Truly a one of a kind meal/performance.
Rotten Apples and Other Delights 