Atelier Crenn Lit AF
When someone mentions fine dining, I immediately think of small weird experimental food on large plates that you can only afford if you give away your first born child. And then one lone Tuesday came where I thought
"Fuck it. I really want to try Atelier Crenn."
And I did. And it was lit.
Lit isn’t exactly the word that I would use to describe a beautiful fifteen course meal but damn, I’m out of words. I think I can safely say that it was one of the best meals I’ve had in my life.
And I’ve had a lot of meals.
The meal begins with a vague poem that describes the tasting menu. Next level #art. Guessing what “a precious token” and “soft footed creatures” could be was half the fun of the meal.
The sheer complexity of flavors in each dish made me feel like I was rebirthed from the womb and immersed in a giant vat of deliciousness. I had flavors I never thought I would taste together. Curry with Uni? That shit cray.
Once the meal began, I quickly realized that my tastebuds were experiencing flavors I had not yet recognized in my life. I felt like one of those shamans (or tech bros) that journey out to the deep forest drinking Ayahuasca tea and tripping balls.
I ate butterflies. Mother. Flipping. Butterflies. Can I just repeat that? I questioned every single item I ate. And then I began to question my life. And then I spiraled into a dark dark place only to come back to the surface with more questions unanswered. Why am I here on a Tuesday? What other things have I not experienced in my life? Is that really a raspberry?
Fast forward five hours later and warmth runs through my veins and soul. Never would I have thought that a meal as scientific, as experimental would sooth my soul the way it did. Cheers to you Atelier Crenn!