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It was a cold, wet and windy night and thankfully I wasn’t in Stoke. Instead, I was strolling down the trendy streets of Marylebone, all suited and booted to meet my infamous mother. The goal was to dine at Donostia, a restaurant influenced by the notorious San Sebastián region. Welcomed with a vast wine menu and a selection of Basque ciders, tonight was going to get rather boozy. Sat there reading the menu it became clear this place was my idea of heaven. To start, we had a fresh piece of foie gras on brioche with walnuts and a balsamic reduction. A classic combination that drew praise from both of us. @donostiaw1
STOP and send help immediately! A fillet of veal with red peppers and a truffle sauce. As I was masticating through this dish I was taken aback and thrown into some kind of food trance. Ok, so I do get a bit overly excited in restaurants and this was no exception. All I wanted to do was jump out my seat, rip my shirt off and embrace the chef. It's not entirely appropriate, but don’t ever put it past me (something similar might have happened last week...more to follow shortly). Overall, a great experience at Donostia and I’d highly recommend it for any occasion. Also, this restaurant is not overly well-known so booking shouldn’t be too much of an issue!
Text and photographs by The Undercover Food Critic, 1st January, 2018. More Information: @the_undercover_food_critic
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Ouch! The second dish arrived and it’s fair to say I was in pain. Be prepared, the seats are most definitely ‘wooden’ and I’d highly recommend adding some cushions. Unhindered by the discomfort, we began to tuck into the Ibercio de Bellota pork shoulder with romenesco sauce. A chorus of “wow” echoed across the table, mum was clearly happy and so was I. The dish was stunning and the large chunks of salt on the pork really brought out its flavour. I didn’t even need to worry about what was coming out next because I knew we’d found a gem. But, before we move on, can we take a minute just to appreciate the amazing lighting and shadows on this plate.
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