There’s something seductive about this corner hotel restaurant. From the florals to the French flair, there’s small wonder why Fleur has The Royal tick of approval.
The dashi may have been replaced by soubise on the menu at this Japanese-turned-French fine diner, but the kitchen is still delivering plates with finesse to a dining room that remains thoroughly modern and fresh.
It’s a seductively moody and intimate space that really plays into the luxuriousness of the menu.
It’s a seductively moody and intimate space that really plays into the luxuriousness of the menu. Rich Wagin duck “foie gras” is nestled in tiny taco shells that burst with cherry gel. Doughy scrolls are swirled with Gruyère and served with incredible Normandy butter. Steak tartare may lack a little depth, but the umami bomb of miso mushrooms perched atop an eggy block of French toast more than make up for it. For those who want more, there’s more, with caviar bumps offered tableside alongside shavings of black truffles (when in season).
Main courses steer more traditional with more duck – à l’orange, what else? – and the likes of market fish with beurre blanc or lamb with savoy cabbage. A cheese plate and a delicate Opéra cake with layers of light crunch and semi-sweet ganache follow suit; Roquefort ice-cream, on the other hand, shows there’s still some outside-the-box moments. Wine adds interest, while crimson-clad wait staff are poised and attentive. Too much decision making? The tasting menu is always a good bet.
