Mon bon anniversaire.
Luxembourg is the least assuming restaurant in Andrew McConnell’s fleet. Occupying the space previously held by Golden Fields, the original incarnation of Supernormal, Luxembourg, much like the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg, punches above its weight despite its small stature.
Selecting the chef’s menu, with a few amendments graciously afforded to us by the staff, we settled ourselves in with a glass of champagne and avoided eye contact with the 40-year-old elephant in the corer of the room.
We started light. A ‘too large’ bowl of olives, that was delicious, but after 6 or 7 became far too overwhelming and impossible to finish. Especially once the potato skins arrived. Crispy and delicious, with a gorgeous creamy filling, and salmon roe to complete the package, they really do taste as god as they look. 2 per person is simply not enough.
We continued light with salmon gravlax that was pleasant, although unexceptional and easily forgotten. The heirloom tomato salad with bonito appeared to miss the bonito, which we were told, dried and shaved over the salad. Again, pleasant, not exceptional.
The roast chicken however, was truly exceptional. Rich, buttery, decadent, hearty. Amazing. The kind of meal that went straight to my 40 year old waistline, but I cared not! I still have the metabolism of a lean 20 year old, so I will have another serving thanks very much, and be so kind as to not look at me with those disapproving eyes (ok, still some issues to work through).
The damage was already done so not having dessert was not even an option, after all, you turn 40 only a few times in your life. The blood plum, malt ice cream and coffee crumble created a perfect blend of textures, flavours and sensations. I don’t very often venture into dessert territory these days, for she will not allow me to do so, but tonight she was good enough to give me a free pass. And I made the most of it.
Luxembourg. Although unassuming, modest, and without any of the pomp and prestige of its contemporaries, meets and exceeds them on most fronts. Just like the Grand Duchy.