How many of you dream of eating at Ferra Adrian's table?
El Bulli is one of the most coveted kitchens in the world.
But why?
You get to eat melon juice in a skin, Pea puree in a skin,
etc.
Molecular gastronomy... It rolls of the tongue like a well
rehearsed verse.
For years we have been hearing of our plates being more and more
expensive as they get emptier and emptier.
El Bulli serves you your dish on a spoon.
But people are lining up to eat there.
Nobody complains about ruining themselves over a few dishes each
consisting of one mouthful, and often one single flavour. A ribbon
of beet leather, apopcorn covered in cheese, pumpkin seed oil in a
caramel, a single oyster with a tapioca pearl.
It's like going to a gallery and being face with a plastic
cup.
Don't get me wrong.
I have a deep respect for the new found art of seeing food from a
scientist's point of view. I am just saddened by the extremes it
has been taken to.
Where is the orgasmic gustatory experience in eating a mouthful of
melon juice?
Simplicity is of course one of the key elements to good food.
Ask even the greatest gastronome what his favorite dish is and he
will probably answer something along the lines of lasagna, or onion
soup.
Complex dishes with complex flavours are awesome, but they are not
something one would choose over simplicity if given the
choice.
My personal favorites are a whole crab served with toast, butter, a
hammer and pliars, and foie gras.
But again, I would not go to a restaurant to be served these
dishes. I would eat them at home, with good comany and good wine
bought cheaper than it would be served by a sommelier.
When I eat out, if I'm going to be spending an arm and a leg, I
want to know that what I'm being served is the equivalent of
Beethoven's 9th in food.
I want to be taken on a gustatory journey.
I want to have my palate challenged, titillated, teased and finally
brought to an orgasm, a crescendo, before being gently brought back
down to earth.
Is that possible?
Can food move you as does music, art...
We have 5 senses.
Sight. Which can be moved by a painting or a sculpture, or just a
sight as we are walking around.
Hearing. Which as before stated can bring us to a raptuous state
through music.
Touch. Well we all know about this one.
Now taste and smell, so closely related as they are, have been left
mostly untapped.
But I shall strive to provoke inimitable sensation through these
too.
I want to make people cry of joy because they were MOVED by their
food.
I want to write a symphony.
How many of you dream of eating at Ferra Adrian's table?
El Bulli is one of the most coveted kitchens in the world.
But why?
You get to eat melon juice in a skin, Pea puree in a skin,etc.
Molecular gastronomy... It rolls of the tongue like a wellrehearsed verse.
For years we have been hearing of our plates being more and moreexpensive as they get emptier and emptier.
El Bulli serves you your dish on a spoon.
But people are lining up to eat there.
Nobody complains about ruining themselves over a few dishes eachconsisting of one mouthful, and often one single flavour. A ribbonof beet leather, apopcorn covered in cheese, pumpkin seed oil in acaramel, a single oyster with a tapioca pearl.
It's like going to a gallery and being face with a plasticcup.
Don't get me wrong.
I have a deep respect for the new found art of seeing food from ascientist's point of view. I am just saddened by the extremes ithas been taken to.
Where is the orgasmic gustatory experience in eating a mouthful ofmelon juice?
Simplicity is of course one of the key elements to good food.
Ask even the greatest gastronome what his favorite dish is and hewill probably answer something along the lines of lasagna, or onionsoup.
Complex dishes with complex flavours are awesome, but they are notsomething one would choose over simplicity if given thechoice.
My personal favorites are a whole crab served with toast, butter, ahammer and pliars, and foie gras.
But again, I would not go to a restaurant to be served thesedishes. I would eat them at home, with good comany and good winebought cheaper than it would be served by a sommelier.
When I eat out, if I'm going to be spending an arm and a leg, Iwant to know that what I'm being served is the equivalent ofBeethoven's 9th in food.
I want to be taken on a gustatory journey.
I want to have my palate challenged, titillated, teased and finallybrought to an orgasm, a crescendo, before being gently brought backdown to earth.
Is that possible?
Can food move you as does music, art...
We have 5 senses.
Sight. Which can be moved by a painting or a sculpture, or just asight as we are walking around.
Hearing. Which as before stated can bring us to a raptuous statethrough music.
Touch. Well we all know about this one.
Now taste and smell, so closely related as they are, have been leftmostly untapped.
But I shall strive to provoke inimitable sensation through thesetoo.
I want to make people cry of joy because they were MOVED by theirfood.
I want to write a symphony.
Requiem for a tastebud