Hi all!
I’m sorry, but I have to preface this by saying that I ate here this past December and I’m just posting about it now. The apology is because I didn’t take any notes but I had to post this for two reasons: there have been a couple of questions about Glam recently and I’ve advocated strongly for it, and these pictures (the food, not necessarily my photography) are gorgeous.
I ordered the Art, Gardens, and Lagoon menu (as a solo diner) and a bottle of wine. It was a lot of food and a lot of fun! Note the fun octopus glass they put the wine cork in. Some tables had hermit crabs and other creatures holding their corks.
I can tell you the highlights were the homemade focaccia (pic 8, which was to be dipped in the sauces from pics 5, 6, and 7), the artichoke pistol with nut butter and white truffle (pic 13), nduja pasta (best fine dining pasta dish I’ve ever eaten, pic 14), and the pumpkin risotto with black truffle (best fine dining risotto I’ve ever eaten, pic 15).
There was only one dish I didn’t enjoy. The shrimp and beets dish (pic 11). I’m really not a fan of raw shrimp in terms of both taste and texture so that might be on me.
If you have any questions, let me know! I just had to hype this place up. It’s in my top 10 all-time and better than many 3*s I’ve been to. It’s probably the most beautiful in terms of presentation. I’ve noticed that Italian fine dining is very artistic in an asymmetrical way as opposed to French fine dining.
by RobinWilliamsBeard
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Thanks for the review! In general, I also find the grand 3* restaurants profoundly underwhelming, and 2* restaurants that are still on the offensive have generally been my favorite meals.
I’m glad you enjoyed it. We went and found it very meh. No descriptions of courses. Not a lot of depth of favour. Wine parings were not timed well.
And then we’re leaving and they had given my (expensive) leather jacket to someone else who left earlier, and gave me their not so nice leather jacket instead. So we asked them to call the other person to try to get my jacket back and they refused saying they couldn’t possibly know who it was they gave the jacket to. Like, guys, you’ve got six tables. How many possible options are there? It took a less than happy visit by my husband the next day to get them to call. And yes, I was reunited with my jacket. But not a great experience at all.