Sometimes when life throws you a curveball, you just gotta grab a glass of champagne to drown the pain away.
That was exactly what I did last night when I was trying to distract myself from the pain of losing my iPhone. (well, technically it's stolen! Shame on you, you thief! May you trip over every single step you take today!!) I was all mopey and very very upset because I didn't manage to fully back up my phone but thank God I've saved the pictures from Japan and the recent start of school pics. What I really lost was the ones in December which mainly consists of our big move, and the kids holiday pics. Le sigh!
However, when I thought there was little to lift my spirits, a little supper treat did bring a little cheer. The husband had always wanted to try Foodbar Dada, a little tapas bar at Robertson Quay. The reviews have been rather positive overall. A last minute reservation was made and next thing we knew we were bidding adieu to the kids after putting them to bed.
When we got there, we were immediately shown our seats. The hostess asked if we wanted any drinks to start with. It was the start of a night of attentive service.
One of our favorite things to do is to sit at the bar. Watching plates and plates of culinary magic being created in front of our eyes. It helps that the chefs are pretty cute spanish eye candy. Heh. We sat and watched with a glass of cava and red wine each.
The food turned out to be rather delectable. So simple but packed to the punch with flavours. Nom nom. We had dinner prior but still we couldn't resist ordering up a storm. And it was well worth our calories inhaled.
The foundation of all spanish tapas that is the patata bravas and croquettes were served up quickly as our first course. The croquettes were satisfying creamy, while the bravas take on a new twist ala dimsum style.
My favourite was the watermelon gazpacho that was very simple on its own but when paired with the chargrilled olive oil sorbet (a little mind boggling, I know!) it simply stood out! It was a strange kind of comfort because I tend to associate gazpachos with tomatoes. The other dish that D loved was the grilled octopus served on a bed of mashed potatoes and paprika. I don't know about you but we have never tasted an octopus that was not rubbery. This one was soft on the inside and perfectly grilled (inside the hellish heat of the Josper oven) on the outside. It was bellisimo. So good that even the anti-seafood husband was savouring every morsel of it.
By the end of the night, we were all happy campers, having been chatting with Chef Jordi about the different cooking techniques applied in the different provinces of spain. (I guess alcohol helps lift the gloominess for a bit as well. =p)
We ended the night with a dessert called Torrijia. (totally bypassed the choc soufflé.) A Spanish dessert made of bread or cake dipped in cinnamon milk and fried sounded like something that is totally up my alley. And I was right! A deep fried variant of the classic bread pudding with a cinnamon sugar crust. It was a no fuss dessert that hits the right spot.
Overall, a very chilled no fuss tapas tapas bar with great service. We will be back. Now to soothe my wounded heart over my lost phone. I wish a million hives on the thief at all his/her joints.
|Foie Gras - Succulent on the inside, Crispy on the outside.|