If I ran a restaurant, I think I’d like it to be in a superb old building like the chapel that’s now La Chapelle. I’d also have a very simple policy about how tables were allocated. Basically, it would give the best tables to the customers who booked first. La Chapelle works to different criteria which is why, although having booked well over a month ago, we got the worst table in the restaurant. That’s the one next to the pass, so just about every waiter bangs into your chair every time they collect anything. And you’re very aware of the conversations going on between chefs and servers. That’s the same table that’s also next to the main servers’ station so, when they are not having conversations with the kitchen, you’re very aware of their chit-chat with each other about what they’re planning to do on their next day off, and the like. Of course, when staff are as far up their own arses as this crew, then you know that customers are a mere hindrance.
You can see we were a tad unthrilled. The food sort of makes up for things. But only sort of. Our evening could have been much pleasanter.
As to the food, to start, there was a “lasagne” of crab. This was a very delicate crab mousse, interleaved between sheets of pasta. It was, to my taste, too delicate and it needed more oomph from somewhere. More crab might have been a good start. The scattering of pea shoots and the beurre Nantais (a butch version of beurre blanc) helped a little but not enough.
Over the other side of the table, one and half scallops sat on the now ubiquitous cauliflower puree. It was a good puree and the scallops were perfectly cooked. Lifting this dramatically was a little pork belly and, most interestingly, a soft cooked prune.
For mains, we both went with the night’s specials. Firstly, fillets of John Dory topped a slick of pomme puree. Tiny mushrooms and samphire provided a texture contrast and there was a belter of a seafood foam. The other plate featured Iberico pork, cooked to medium rare and absolutely delicious. The slices topped polenta – perhaps a tad overly wet and, certainly, overly salty. Contrast here came from morels and asparagus. The Madiera jus was another belter.
It was then on to what we both reckoned was the best course.
A coffee parfait was bang-on for flavour and texture. Really well crafted. On top was a sprinkle of chocolate “crumbs” and, surrounding it, a little berry compote and a lovely almond flavoured milk foam.
The other dessert was a just as good – a mascarpone cheesecake. Small chunks of perfectly poached, and not overly sharp, rhubarb cut through the richness. And a little scattering of lemon balm leaves carried on the “cutting through” theme.