Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Duck & Waffle


Come on, I had to go for the name alone!  When Duck & Waffle opened in London I was certainly intrigued, even more so when I discovered the name comes from the restaurant's signature dish — a confit duck leg served on the bone atop Belgian waffles, topped off with fried duck egg and a pot of maple syrup.  This place serves what Masterchef Australians would undoubtedly term Dood FoodCharlie and Lexxi chowed down on the likes of gigantic rock oysters and lamb cheek doughnuts, while I gorged myself on oeuf en cocotte with wild mushrooms and truffles, heritage tomato salad (I now refuse to eat any other kind), and pea and mint arancini with a sharp truffle mayonnaise.  All this took place at the top of Heron Tower, on the floor above Sushi Samba (of dirty martini, dirty bastard fame), overlooking the whole of London and the death-defying drop beneath us.  You feel like you're walking in Balenciaga's AW 2012 show (sadface) as you clamber through the vacant office spaces between high-speed elevator and the final set of stairs.  We were above the Gherkin, for Christ's sake.  So filling, so delicious and such amazing surroundings, it really is the only way to recover from a Bistrotheque-induced hangover...   


Wearing jacket by Pierre Balmain, necklace by Eddie Borgo, jumper by Damir Doma, t-shirt by Sisley, shorts by John Rocha.  

Duck

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