Years ago when I was young and stupid I would have got excited about this. Oooh truffles! Luxury! Spendiness! Let me rub my thighs with my open palms in anticipation. Hose me down with Krug and call me Betty.
But then as time passed my taut youthful skin sagged and experience piled up in drifts like so many dead autumn leaves. I began to notice something: fresh truffles don’t taste of much or to be honest anything at all.
For a while it became cool to say that truffle oil was just middle-class ketchup and that putting it on your food was a mark that you were terribly unsophisticated.
Well if it is I’ll wear the badge with honour. If you want the taste of truffles a dribble of oil is probably the only way you’re going to get it.
(ed:..not so much a review of a restaurant as a review of a dying dinosaur genre..)