well there i was, my flight touching down at 10.00 friday night. by the time i reached the restaurant, my hosts had just started to order.
the five of us were in a private room downstairs and mateo - whose restaurant it is, more or less took charge. this is a very, very special guy - and under his happy care i ate what is easily one of the best meals i've ever had.
we started with the meat of tiny lobsters over a bed of artichokes, tender and subtle, then a plate of a most spectacular - almost cheesy - thinly sliced cured ham; it was so so soft and buttery i couldn't get over it. then literally the best steak i have ever eaten, cooked to a raw-medium and then sliced into strips, served with round, thick potato fries and a slice of the tastiest red pepper oozing the golden olive oil it had been sauteed in. the wines - chosen by mateo - young alsace reisling and grand cru gevrey-chambertin worked spectacularly.
we really didn't bother much with dinner, settling over enormous glasses of poire william, cigars and coffee ... and after much carousing (elsewhere) the night ended at 6.00 in the morning, wow i didn't know i still had that in me.
the next day i had some outrageously good tapas - for example, the most succulent smoked eel served over a paper thin omellette, but thats another post.
i am going back in a hurry.