Service was formal, but in the US way: faultless, yet executed to a rigorous formula that doesn't leave much room for improvisation
Surely he must deserve our support?
“That’s my meal, alright, and could you just piss off!!??”
The lingering taste isn’t ameliorated by an oddly bouncy-textured Ovaltine kulfi, which is like no kulfi we’ve ever eaten but not in a good way
If you already love Yotam Ottolenghi's cooking you will not find a better version at Nopi.
There's admirable passion and ambition, but the cost, combined on this occasion with a snippy waitress, uneven dish pacing and confusion over the booking, left us disappointed
To me, the meal was a near-perfect revelation
Think of Marie Antoinette attending to her freshly-washed sheep at Le Petit Trianon in the grounds of Versailles, Her ultimate fate, as we all recall, was not a happy one
Our two fish dishes, 'Pan-fried sea bass, turmeric potatoes, rasam' and 'Grilled mackerel, fresh coconut, mint and peanut salad' were good but uninspiring
In fact I can't quite imagine when I'll find the right occasion for a second visit
I'd love to make Nopi a regular haunt, but for that to happen, I need to join the ranks of the stealthily wealthy, like my impeccably tasteful table neighbours
The meal was fabulous. I could not fault it for the cooking and for its sheer likeability factor; I believe it is poised to be overbooked for many a cold night in the months ahead