Fine dining in Alsace

Eating well in Alsace is not difficult. There is very little about Alsatian cuisine than DonQui does not love. On this trip he decides he will try some of the best. He has managed to secure reservations at two of the top restaurants in the region: Au Crocodile in Strasbourg and L’Auberge de l’Ill in Illhaeusern just off the Route des Vins about half way between Strasbourg and Colmar.

Au Crocodile gets its name from a stuffed crocodile brought back from Egypt by Captain Ackermann, one of Napoleon’s officers. It became a restaurant in 1840 and the original crocodile is still there on display.

Taking his seat DonQui is most impressed by the ambiance. There is an intimate feel the the restaurant and a sense of its history with the painting of 1840s Strasbourg dominating the dining room. The waiters are very knowledgeable and professional.

Feeling adventurous, DonQui opts for the chef’s ‘discovery menu’: starter, fish course, meat course and desert. It is less expensive than 3 courses à la carte but it is what the chef has decided with no indication of what that is. Even the waiters say they do not know the menu. So DonQui must trust the chef’s expertise.

The absolute highlight of the meal is the starter of snails cooked with speck in a sabayon sauce with cheese — and snail caviar on the side. The flavours are perfectly balanced and the snail caviar an interesting addition. It is far less salty than the more usual fish caviar.

A close second is the pollock with spring vegetables and wild garlic mousse. It is the wild garlic mousse that really makes it. DonQui has some wild garlic in his garden and will attempt to do something similar next year (it being too late in the season by the time he gets home). He is advised by the knowledgeable waiter to pick the wild garlic before the flowers come out.

Being a bit of a cheese lover DonQui cannot resist sampling a selection of cheeses before moving on to desert. The star of the cheeses is the local Munster, kept under a glass dome — no doubt to prevent the pungent aroma from permeating the dining room.

L’Auberge de l’Ill has more of a country feel which is appropriate given that it is out in the countryside far from urban development. This time DonQui orders à la carte.

The homemade terrine de foie gras is absolutely delicious.

As is the filet de veau main course.

Then comes flambéed crepes filled with cream and sour cherries. If that is not calorific enough there is also a side of ice cream! DonQui washes this down with a fine calvados.

Both restaurants provide excellent classic dishes without fuss and without trying to be too clever or ‘chefy’. DonQui finds each dish executed to perfection by confident chefs who have no need to show off.

So if he could only choose one, which would it be? It is a difficult choice because the food at both is wonderful. If he had to make a choice, DonQui would probably go for Au Crocodile because of the ambiance and highly professional service. Incidentally the price of his meal at Au Crocodile was less than at L’Auberge de l’Ill.

A Phenomenal Repast

Don Qui has been blessed with more than a few pretty decent repasts in his life. Every once in a while one or two have been truly phenomenal. A recent lunch with Duchess at Ikoyi London was one such occasion.

Located in a brutalist building (180 The Strand, at the corner of Surrey St) there is little on the outside to give DonQui any clue of the delights to be found on the inside. 

Ikoyi takes its name from an affluent Lagos suburb but, although influenced by Nigerian spicing, this is a throughly modern British restaurant. Its ever changing set menu is based on seasonal British produce enhanced by West African spices. The interior is comfortably informal with an open kitchen where DonQui is able to observe the chefs preparing his food with a calm, quiet, professionalism — no Gordon Ramsey-like shouty, stress going on here. The front of house team are all friendly, helpful and very knowledgable.

DonQui is more than a little fond of a long leisurely lunch and this is exactly what he gets over the next 3 hours.  Some high-end restaurants seem to go out of their way to show how clever they are rather than concentrating on good honest food. Not so Ikoyi. Here each dish showcases the taste of fresh seasonal produce. The sauces and subtle spicing perfectly enhances the flavours without overpowering or disguising the key ingredients.

Each of the many dishes are utterly delectable, from the opening gola pepper chicken broth through to the excellent Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee at the end (Da Hong Pao tea for Duchess).

The menu is only provided at the end of the meal (see below). As each dish is presented, DonQui’s waiter gives a detailed description.

DonQui does not opt for the wine pairing but helpful waiter gives him very good advice on choosing his wines by the glass.

Is there a favourite dish?

That is hard for DonQui to say. Each dish was so good that he finds it hard to pick a favourite. If pushed he would probably have to go for the dry-aged turbot with tender stem broccoli and an array of delectable sauces.

All diners eat from the same set menu which changes daily dependent on the best produce available. The portions are perfectly sized, with minimal carbohydrates. This allows DonQui to feel perfectly satisfied and not bloated at the end of 10 delightful courses. Allergies and aversions are asked for in advance but vegans and others with similar culinary neuroses would do best to go elsewhere.

Unfortunately Ikoyi is not a place you can just walk into with the hope of getting a table on the day. With two well deserved Michelin stars it is booked up well in advance. Bookings can be made up to two months ahead with new bookings opening on the first of each month. The price is also eyewateringly high although DonQui feels that every penny was very well spent for such a fabulous experience. If he can gather enough shekels together he would very much like to dine there again.

Hong Kong — last stop before home

DonQui Oaty is in Hong Kong on the last leg of his around the world trip.

His ability to canter around Hong Kong with alacrity is hampered thanks to a sprained ankle incurred whilst exploring the monkey sanctuary in Ubud, Bali. He goes to the vet, slightly concerned that his condition might result in a swift merciful bullet to the head, as a donkey without the use of his hind legs is not really very much use at all. 

Fortunately the kindly Indonesian doctor pronounces that there is no fracture, bandages up DonQui’s ankle, gives him some anti-inflammatories, and then packs him off to Hong Kong.

DonQui is rather entranced by Hong Kong. He feels the sense of history of the place — it is hard not to when his hotel is on Salisbury Rd overlooking Victoria Harbour. At the same time the city’s vibrant modernity gives him the impression of a young city very much looking to the future. 

With Fortnum & Masons just around the corner, British three pronged plugs, double decker buses and English place names, much of Hong Kong feels very familiar.  With excellent public transport and traffic that obeys the rules, it is a city that functions well despite the high population density. There is none of the chaos of Bangkok or Denpasar (Bali).

Many places in Asia love their shopping malls and Hong Kong is no different. Now DonQui is no fan of malls but, hampered by his gammy leg, he cannot canter all over the city and the nearby K11 mall offers a number of excellent restaurants. Despite his mall phobia he has to admit that the interior design is pretty stunning.

His bad ankle precludes him from wearing Louboutins any time soon, so he gives the local shoe shop a miss and goes off in search of the highly recommended Ye Shanghai restaurant on the 7th floor.

There he has a most excellent meal. The crab is the highlight of many very good courses.

Wanting to see more of the city but unable to walk far, DonQui books himself on a boat trip abroad the junk Aqua Luna.

This trip provides him with some wonderful views just as the sun is beginning to set.

The following day he hops on the atmospheric Star Ferry to cross from Kowloon to Hong Kong Central (at a cost of just 20p!)

A bus tour around Hong Kong Island gives him a good overview of this part of Hong Kong even if he is not quite up to very much exploration on foot.

He does manage to hobble over to the Peak Tram — an incredibly steep funicular railway that takes him up Victoria Peak. It is unfortunately a bit cloudy but the view over Hong Kong is still quite spectacular. It is a shame that the viewing area at the top is marred with lots of tourist tat. 

The culinary highlight of DonQui’s stay in Hong Kong is lunch at Wing Restaurant on Wellington Road in Hong Kong Central. Time Out warns that it is one of the toughest tables in Hong Kong to book as it has such a high reputation and is very small. Wing is usually only open for dinner but on the day DonQui is looking to dine they open for lunch for the first time and so there is a place available for him.

The set menu of 12 dishes is exquisite, offering DonQui a wide range of ingredients and tastes he has never experienced before. These included (amongst others) lion head croaker (a local fish), Chinese almond soup, fish maw with abalone sauce and king crab with crispy cheung fun (rice noodle rolls).

The highlight is the baby pigeon smoked over sugar cane. And yes he did try the head.

Thoroughly satisfied DonQui is now ready to head home, completing his around the world adventure.