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Showing posts with label restaurant review. Show all posts

Friday, 12 July 2013

Roca Moo

Roca Moo, in hip Hotel Omm, is a partnership with the world-famous Roca brothers, the chefs behind El Celler de Can Roca, an hour away in Girona.  This year El Celler de Can Roca finally made in to the top spot in the list of the best restaurants in the world.


After patiently sitting on nine month-long waiting list, my mother and I bagged a table at El Celler de Can Roca last summer, and it was phenomenal.  Since they've snatched the best in the world title from Noma, the waiting list has dragged out to over 12 months.
 
If you're too impatient to wait that long, or, like us, your trip to Cataluña is a rather more last-minute affair, Michelin-starred Roca Moo is a taste of the Roca brothers' experimental cuisine, without the wait, and with a less hefty price tag.


The room is sleek, small but spacious; slender birch trees are a nod to the trees dotted around the dining room at sister restaurant El Celler, and the plates are Moo- and Omm-branded.

I'd usually be suspicious of restaurants in hotels, but a slatted bookcase separates the restaurant from the lobby whilst still involving the noise and atmosphere from the bar next door.  The cold kitchen is in the restaurant itelf, adding an element of show-cooking.


Amuse-bouches are always my favourite, maybe because you don't know what to expect before they arrive.  Of the array of tiny bites which appeared on our table in an endless stream, my favourite were tiny frozen Campari and strawberry bonbons; their fragile, frozen shell breaks as you put them in your mouth, and warm Campari oozes out.  They came with tapioca pearl clusters, an experimental take on patatas bravas, and herring caviar and sesame mayonnaise.


We went for Joan Roca's eight course tasting menu - a similar, although shorter, menu to those on offer at El Celler, with matching wines, almost all European, most of them Spanish.

Carrot cream, foie gras and green cardamom
Mushroom omelette with white Catalan sausage: the fragile shell split to reveal the near-liquid mushroom and egg "omelette" inside


Pork tail with tomato and black garlic: a curious take on a pork sandwich, with gourmet Roca versions of ketchup, mayo and mustard


Since starting this blog I've become one of the people I used to hate, who take photos of their food in restaurants.  But I'm very grateful that I did (and that on leaving you're presented with a menu of everything you've had) - looking back now, my memory's hazy... maybe that was the endless stream of perfectly matched and meticulously explained wines.

"Pigeon and corn" - intensely rich meat and super-sweet sweetcorn, both overwhelming on their own, but perfect together


Pear, lemon verbena and tarrgon


"Mandarin and chocolate"

If you're in Barcelona, don't have 12 months to spare waiting for supper but want a taste of modern, inventive Catalan cuisine, Roca Moo is a great choice.  Just remember to take pictures.
 

Sunday, 28 April 2013

Marisquería Ribeira do Miño

On a tip from a friend's boss, we found ourselves one Wednesday night in Marisquería Ribeira do Miño.  An unassuming, no-frills Galician restaurant, Ribeira do Miño is famous for its shellfish.  With the simple room and laminated menus, we had no idea about the seafood feast that was to come.



We looked around at our fellow diners to find that everyone had ordered the same thing: huge mountains of shellfish were being ripped apart everywhere you looked.

"So many eyes."

The mariscada (shellfish platter) is overwhelming: a plate of garlicky clams, swiftly followed by a teetering tower of huge whole crabs, claws and legs, tiny crabs, langoustines, king prawns and percebes (goose barnacles), which seemed so alien that we had to ask a bemused waiter whether or not we were supposed to eat them, and how.



Although they look like tiny tortoise feet, percebes are considered a  delicacy all over Spain and Portugal.  They depend on the movement of the water to feed, so are frequently found on wave-battered cliff faces, mainly in Galicia.

Percebes are so difficult to harvest that they're apparently worth more than their weight in silver, with harvesters risking their lives to reach them.  (There is an incredible short video of the barnacle harvest here.)

Some hours later...

We had a ball ripping it all to pieces, and all for a bargain €60 between four of us.  Dinner rarely gets this fun, or this messy.