The name of this Spanish restaurant (111 Somerset Road, #02-16 TripleOne Somerset, tel : +65 6737 0150) reminded me of the uncle of a certain furry footed individual that bore an almost indestructible ring of power into the volcanoes of a bleak and desolated land. It also actually happens to be a name of a city in Spain.
This was a serving of octopus with olive oil, salt and paprika on sliced potatoes. The simplicity of the preparation allowed the natural flavours of octopus to savoured, enhanced by the ubiquitous crystals that the world harvests from the seas. Adding dimension was the paprika. I rather liked these as they were tender and chewy at the same time.
I didn't remember the name of this particular tapas, but it was balls of goat cheese encrusted with crushed almonds with tomato jam (which was fruity and delicious by the way) and squid ink toast. I liked it.
I didn't quite think too highly of the strips of fried potatoes. It was really the prosciutto and egg that really tricked me into ordering this item. Were they any good? Better than the regular ham and eggs. But I don't kid myself into thinking that these were anything along the leagues of jamon Iberico. The eggs were of course, just eggs.
Couldn't remember what this was called, but it looked like an un-themed mash up of more of those fried potato strips, some salty fried prosciutto, eggs, pan fried foie gras and a carpaccio of pork trotters which was that thin film of jelly just below the foie gras and diced root vegetables.
That carpaccio packed a surprising amount of great flavour that shone in spite of its feeble appearances. Ditto for that red wine sauce on the side.
And there was an enjoyably chilled sweet rice and milk pudding dusted with some cinnamon.
As lacklustre as this entry appeared, the food from Bilbao was actually pretty tasty. I wouldn't rule out coming back.
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