Dans Le Noir
Last week Grove and I were taken to the restaurant in the dark – Dans Le Noir?
It was certainly an experience and we had a great time. I was obviously expecting it to be quite dark but nothing could have prepared me for the thick blackness we were to dine in. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face and this was only after one gin!
The theory behind the restaurant is to ‘re evaluate your notion of taste’ and that it did. Although instead of heightening my sense of taste it made me realise how much sight enhances taste. I mean, what good would an amazing chocolate cake be if you couldn’t bear witness to the oozing chocolate icing melting into the cream that have been lovingly poured all over??? (goodness me I’m salivating)
There was also the slight indignity of having a napkin tucked into my top and having to feel around my plate to check whether or not I’d found everything – oh well no one could see me after all.
The pitch black also seemed to affect how we broke the ice with complete strangers. Everyone was far more open than they usually would have been. I for one think it’s rather romantic that somewhere in Switzerland there is a charming chap called Marcus that Grove and I will never lay eyes upon, but we will always have loving memories of all the farm yard animal impressions he can do. His fond memories I’m sure will be of the game strike out. It started out as peer pressure but soon enough he got the hang of it.