It’s funny you should ask this just now. I just, moments ago, got back from the most astonishing dinner of my entire life. Minibar, in Washington DC. Thirty separate courses, each of them wildly inventive: sea urchin with hibiscus foam, a cocktail with a tequila-passionfruit mousse, a ball of cotton candy coated with green tea powder... each course jaw-droppingly delicious and nothingly like you’ve ever tasted before.
Best meal of my life, and it was definitely all about the food. And certainly the most expensive. For that kind of money one doesn't demand perfect service. One simply assumes it.
