I'm cliché when it comes to the fancy foods I enjoy - lobster, steak and champagne are all very much up my street.
Soufflés however... Well they just look gooey. Kind of like a sponge cake that could do with another 15 minutes in the oven. Yeah, I judge on appearance and I am not remotely ashamed to admit it.
With an entire afternoon to spare and the Balthazar Covent Garden experience so far being the perfect fashionable hermit lunch - I did wear Louboutins after all - I decided to give it a go.
And it came out promising. A fluffy edible tower smelling gorgeous of rhubarb and vanilla custard with another glass of free champagne (I think the second glass was because I was clueless and didn't know what was in a soufflé - the staff apparently found it cute).
Turns out, soufflé is... Gooey. And kind of... Eggey. In a bad way. Well, there were actually egg shells in there which I think was much more eggey than intended, but still. At least that added some crunch to the gooey-ness.
It's a shame really. I like fancy foods. I like French words with a pronunciation that makes some sort of sense. I like eggs. I don't like soufflés.
I guess I'll have to stick with Crème Brûlée. And I can sort of pronounce that as well.
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| Looks yummy, non? |
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| Egg a la Goo |
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