Only the cruelest twist of fate could ensure I’d encounter the most foodgasm-inducing Indian food I’ve tasted ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, on my last weekend in London.
The Cinnamon Club – enhanced by an atmosphere so grand, all you can do is gaze around flustered – sees you dine among colossal bookshelves of what was once the former Westminister Library (if you’re a booknerd like me, this is pretty much heaven).
Add achingly inventive dishes (rather than blatantly daft combinations in the name of ‘creativity’ as is done by a lot of restaurants nowadays) and I was audibly moaning with joy, which would have normally delighted my date, however he was in a similarly affected level of stupor.
Tandoori octopus (oh the char! the char!) with chutney potatoes, fennel and tomato lemongrass dressing.
A non-spicy offering – and risotto laden with truffle cappuccino (if there were a last meal on earth, let it be this) and my least favorite, simply for the fact I don’t like the protein – tandoori venison with black stone flower reduction.
Chef Vivek Singh , Rakesh Nair and Cinnamon Club – THANKYOU for this memorable experience. And sorry for being the last one to leave!!