So last night we went out for fondue. It is the first time I have ever eaten at a proper fondue restaurant. I’m afraid that mostly it gets two thumbs down. Not that the food was bad, it just doesn’t fit with the hunting cat mentality.
To start with, the menu was very confusing. Even after the waiter explained it many of us were still unsure what we had ordered.
Starters was cheese. To anyone born in Somerset, melting good cheese is sacrilege. You use cheap stuff for cheese on toast. But the restaurant did have a solution. We had a Mexican cheese starter, with jalapenos and salsa in the cheese, and tortilla chips to eat it with. That worked.
Main course did not work. It is so not cat-like to have to cook each bite of food before you can eat it. There was raw salmon on the plate, but the waiter warned us to cook everything before eating it. Some of the marinated steak was OK, but oh, the waiting…
Thankfully dessert saved my evening. We were given piles of yummy things and encouraged to dip them in molten chocolate. Why couldn’t we have just had three courses of dessert?
Never go for a Chinese hotpot. Same deal: you have to cook every mouthful before you eat it. Me, I love this (‘specially where some of the mouthfuls might be duck’s-blood, or chicken’s feet…), but I’m thinking not for you.