Myself and my girlfriend recently went to Pearl Restaurant by the waterfront in White rock for a reunion dinner with friends. An action I would advise against. The food was frankly poor to the point of embarrassment and we were relieved of over $300 for the privilege.
Coming from London, England, I have been lucky enough to eat in my fair share of Michelin starred restaurants. Pearl is charging Michelin prices for what can only be explained as incompetent hocus pocus.
The amuse bouche was OK but pretty unoriginal. Mushroom veloute.
To start I had the “Tempura fried calamari”. After being asked if I wanted black pepper “coarse, medium or fine” (lol) I sized up what I was being charged $15 for. Three pieces of rock hard, greasy, heavy batter with a negligible amount of squid inside. The chef’s oil was clearly not hot enough, with an oil slick like layer of grease coating my mouth instead of the temptingly addictive crispy lightness that tempura ought to be. It was served with a “daikon pickle” which sounded delicious but in reality was just a few squares scattered around the plate with no hint of pickled vinegariness. Poor.
My gf had flash friend prawns, flambayed with sambuca. Prawns were overcooked and the flambay was just another flourish to mask the incompetent cooking that defines this restaurant.
For main I had the fillet steak (well cooked but with an overpowering, viscous “demi glaze”), fat chips (raw in the middle to the point of being inedible) and “short rib pattie with blue cheese”. I am not sure if this was lost in translation but the clash in tastes and concept between the steak, the sauce, the blue cheese and the short rib made me regurgitate. Horrible.
My gf has the scallops as a main. I like my scallops juicy and cooked to the point but these were well undercooked and actually had her ill all evening and the next day.
For pudding we had a “trio of desserts”. A classically outdated wannabe Michelin affair. Typically Pearl. There was Mascarpone cheese cake (not sweet enough), a “Baklava” (it had 1 layer of pastry that was rock hard and couldn’t actually be cut with a fork, served with what seemed to be blackcurrant jam. I couldn’t even make out what the last one was supposed to be, it was just a horrid mess.
We were then offered a petit four, which was OK. A date stuffed with something chewy.
I felt compelled to write this report because it isn’t often that I felt as ripped off as I had this evening.
Please don’t waste your time, appetite or money.
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