The Plumpy Mallard Dining Dream
Destination: The Fat Duck
One of the great adventures of travel for me is the magical view of a new country when seen from the clouds; ‘tis almost dreamlike in its perspective, and arriving into London I was blessed to enjoy that great rarity of Great Britain, a blue cloudless sky which showcased the patchwork of forest green countryside and staccato sunshine rapeseed rhomboids, knitted together with a tufty thread of hedgerow and leaf. From the seat of a train bound for Maidenhead I could appreciate further the fresh spring green and moments of lingering cream blossom which adorn the British countryside. Maidenhead is the home of The Fat Duck, the restaurant belonging to celebrity chef, food scientist and all around genius Heston Blumenthal.
The Fat Duck sits in a wealthy little village, in a humble brick building rubbing shoulders with million pound country estates and mansions. Although the restaurant interior is that of an upperclass restaurant furnished in the late nineties; all white table cloth, plastered walls, sculptural fireplaces and small floral table pieces, the dated decor ends there. The cutlery and crockery, not to mention branded packaging of each little culinary delight, is modern and beautiful with exact attention to detail.
To call this experience a meal is an understatement. To eat at The Fat Duck is an experience of a lifetime. It is the culmination of food imagination. It is a sensory extravaganza, so much so that after 4 hours of wining, dining and exclaiming, one becomes quite fatigued. A fatigue worth enduring of course.
To describe each dish (all 15 of them) would require an essay, one which my vocabulary certainly won’t do justice to, or perhaps my memory. Although they did send us home with a duplicate menu all bound in a satiny white envelope and a wax seal embossed with the restaurants logo, such is their understanding of the special nature of dining at The Fat Duck. My absolute favourite dish was the red cabbage gazpacho with mustard ice cream. Mustard ice cream you exclaim? Heston turns food on its head, he makes hot things cold, drinks hot and cold simultaneously and playing cards edible, all the while ensuring each moment is delicious!
I do fear the experience was lost on a few of our fellow diners…a man at the table next to us shotted his hot and cold tea in one mouthful, seeming to miss the purpose of the tea in which each sip was hot in one half of the mouth, cold in the other.
Well not a moment of the experience was missed on me, from the unpasturised butter rich as cream, to the apple tart flavoured toffee in an edible wrapper and certainly not the mock turtle soup, one of my edible dreams come true.
I can’t wait to see how Heston continues to take dreams and make them reality, edible reality. It’s unlikely I will get to experience his food firsthand again, but reading his books and watching his shows will suffice until I can dream again.




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