I had only heard of this place, few wooden huts by the lake, near the dark forest, and a famous restaurant. You must be an extravagant Arab prince, or a sultan of desert kingdom with
castles and gold mines to afford a present like this.
Our dinner, was more like an art form, a non-existing genre, that made my senses fail, or maybe the wine was to blame? Warm home made bread, first spring flowers on the table, colours and flavours of the Earth in the first weeks of spring, still shivering in wintry cold.
We spend the night near the fireplace, extravagant you and I, watching the moon light make frozen air crystals shine. Pine trees tremble in the wind. Through sounds of rain I teach you all about the L'Art de Vivre.
Late morning, the sun flooded our room with spring colours. No traces of winter and freezing rain.
The Lake House, a place to loose the sense of reality, and find the sense of life.
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| Confit ocean trout, compressed apple, apple cider vinaigrette, horseradish snow |
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| Roast duck – pomegranate, dukkah crusted ‘bisteya’, carrot, citrus pickled eggplant, grains |
