As the glorious summer days ticked on in New York, I was beginning to understand why and how the food scene here far exceeded that of London, and with good measure. One way to balance all the food was to walk about 4-6 miles a day – best way to see the city, and best way to get hungry and fit! Not being sure of where to meet Mrs. E for lunch, I randomly thought of giving Le Bernardin a shot, at the last minute, to which Mrs. E replied, “I didn’t have you pegged as a classic kind of guy” and that’s true! I’m really not one for classical French dining, if I can get something else, but on this occasion, one had to see what all the fuss surrounding Eric Ripert’s creations with fish was all about, and, more so, that there was hardly any meat on the menu, meant that at best, it would be a light and ‘healthy’ meal, so against all my food odds, I stuck to it. Well, from the moment we opened the menus, it was clearly obvious that there was nothing classical about the design and sound of the dishes here, and what ensued was a couple of hours of the finest, most exquisite fish preparations known to man, inspirational and just, simply, divine!
