Today I went to eat dinner at Atelier Crenn.
Champagne at Bar Crenn.
Each meal at Atelier Crenn begins with a menu in the form of a poem. Each line above the divider is a savoury dish, and every pair of lines below is a dessert.
Fall has come with its cool breeze
, i.e. an aperitif with an explosion of cider and
creme de cassis
inside a thin sphere of white chocolate topped with a jam.
See the efflorescing beaut twitch rosy cheeks rises
, i.e. oyster with rose. Notice it is blurred due to people shaking the table. Kinda sour.
Spoon for rose oyster.
With a most adored gift from Neptune, this aureate bloom
, i.e. sea urchin and geoduck on a
rice cracker, topped with a citrus cream.
Warriors ashore bathe in brilliance as luminous as its gilded crown
, i.e. lobster tartare topped with a grape gelee with dried and hydrated seaweed. The “gilded crown” was a lime and ginger foam. The outer ring of dark green powder is seaweed.
To bury in fallen leaves my treasures of the earth and sea
, i.e. Trout roe buried in pumpkin seeds, oils consisting of nasturtium oil, pumpkin seed oil, and butter; truffle and vinegar jellies.
In the snowy stillness lie the Gemini, perfectly whole
, i.e. trout covered with creamy trout “snow”, frozen cream, topped in grated dehydrated trout. Inspired by Chef Dominique’s visit to London and her experience with fish and chips.
Spoon for snowy gemini.
Fried truffle-shaped fish skin sphere that is supposed to resemble the chips part of fish and chips.
By the shimmer of black pearls, trembling in the ashen cloud
, i.e. caviar and some rice based thing that is like sake.
Mother of pearl spoon for caviar.
Crackers for eating caviar with.
Bread. Extremely soft. Easily pulled apart with hands.
Butter infused with parsley, tarragon, and other herbs.
An armored gent listens, beneath the bluff
, i.e. abalone underneath a dehydrated cabbage or something, in a green parsley oil. Abalone was laid atop of some sauerkraut-like substance. Abalone is known as “truffle of the sea” in French cuisine.
Fancy artisanal knife recycled from the suspension coils of a 1955 Chevy truck.
As delicate creatures of green and blue surface to bloom
, i.e. a black cod with miso. Very soft and delightful texture.
For a melody faintly heard in a golden haze, the light of fog
, i.e. a new type of brandade, or cod mashed potatoes, in a foam form factor, reminiscent of San Francisco fog. The foam was celery root.
Spoon for the potato thing.
Cod soup in a cast iron cup. Made with cod bones and steeped with some of the “rejected” flowers for aromatic purposes.
Bashful revelers emerge underfoot from the dulcet earth
, i.e. a novel sort of pavlova — meringue filled with ice cream.
To the steadfast rhythm of a gentle passion so unyielding
, i.e. a beet “pavlova” meant to be eaten with your hands, brittle shell with creamy inside.
From the earth, and the water, heirloom lips; The taste that we chase every summer will last until the winter
, i.e. a tomato sorbet with basil sorbet inside, and slices of a dense and intensely flavoured dehydrated strawberry. There was also dehydrated basil cake on the bottom, and the stem of the tomato is edible chocolate.
Fall has come and is full of sweet surprises, sweet bounty, thanks
, i.e. chocolate, ginger, and nuts in a hand carved from chocolate. The server warned us not to “bite the hand that feeds you”.