Dining at Fine Fleur feels like stepping into an elegant culinary symphony, where every dish is a movement composed of freshness, depth, and creativity.
The meal opened with a visually striking cylindrical avocado and tomato, delivering bright, creamy, and tangy notes. Scallop with shiso and black truffle danced between delicate sweetness and deep umami, while the mushroom kombu and salmon cucumber horseradish played with texture and a subtle, lingering heat. The truffle celeriac macadamia promised pure, silky indulgence.
Moving into mains, the North Sea cod with mussel and smoked artichoke layered delicate flavors with a whisper of smoke, with the optional caviar upgrade adding a luxurious touch. The turbot with potato, tarragon, and buttermilk balanced richness with herbal freshness, while the deer with braised red cabbage and blood orange packed a bold, hearty contrast (and I don’t like deer usually).
Desserts kept things refined yet exciting—baked foie, madong, and juniper quince pushed boundaries with its daring richness before the apple with kaffir and sudachi refreshed the palate with a bright, citrusy lift.
Service? Friendly and professional—but shockingly inattentive to time. I had a clear 1 hour 45-minute limit, which they completely overlooked, only realizing two hours in and by the way, the entire meal ended at almost 3 hours. Lucky for them (and me), my train was delayed. Otherwise, the lunch would have ended in a frantic, frustrating rush instead of a satisfied glow. For a fine dining restaurant, that kind of awareness should be a given.
Food? Flawless. But the lack of attentiveness left me wishing the front-of-house matched the precision of the kitchen.
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