About eighteen months ago we went to dinner in Celler de Can Roca.
In the fluctuating world which is 100 best Restaurants they were number 2 to Noma when we booked, rose to number 1 when we ate there and then dropped again to number 2.

They now since last night are back in the number one slot.
Fitting time to tell you all about my first visit.

Dinner in El Celler de Can Roca

It was a chance remark thrown out at a dinner party last Christmas here in our village in the south of France which started this particular ball rolling.
“Do you know” I said, “that the number two restaurant in the world is only two hours down the road”. That was quite enough for our extremely organised neighbour, we got a phone call from her within a few days. She had phoned the restaurant and had been offered two possible dates in the following November, which one would suit us best?
This is how we ended up last Thursday going to have dinner in El Celler de can Roca in Girona which had, since the booking had been made, leap frogged over Noma in Copenhagen, and was now rated number one in the world.
The Roca brothers, Joan (head chef) Josep (sommelier) and Jordi were reared in restaurants and the family restaurant, founded by their grandfather and now run by their mother, still serves meals in Girona, just next door to El Celler.
The brothers have run their own restaurant since 1986 and have earned three stars from Michelin since 2009.
I must confess that I was a little nervous when I we got to the front door at 9.00 for our booking but he service from the moment we got in the door was impeccable, no swish no pretention just warmth and welcome.
There were two menu choices, the Tasting Menu or the Tasting Feast but there was no stopping us we went for the feast- this wasfrom the menu a choice 22 courses (I actually counted 25) all brought seamlessly and smoothly to the table. My wife Sile’s protests that she would never manage that much food proved unfounded. Some of the courses were indeed tiny, a sliver of moist rich artichoke omelette on a teaspoon, a single langoustine steamed at the table in Manzanilla over hot rocks which you then dipped in bisque and sherry caramel.
It would take an entire volume for me to go through all the courses so I will just mention some which were particularly stunning. As one of the starters we were given what they modestly called an Asparagus Vienetta, which did indeed visually resemble a slice of that product. There the comparison ended, it was a smooth creamy, richly savoury essence of white asparagus with a taste bomb of truffle powder which filled the mouth. Utterly unforgettable, I would have happily had this for all the courses.
Around the middle of the evening we were given what I suppose roughly corresponded to the main course. I will give you El Celler’s own description of this:
Spicy Mandala of Artichoke Flower, milk fed lamb belly, lamb sweetbreads, curry yoghurt, beetroot, spinach, turnip, lemon tangerine, sweet potato, leaves and flowers.
Sound fussy? Well it wasn’t. Every morsel on the plate was evident and edible, from the crisp lamb belly, to the tiny bouquet of shiny artichoke leaflets, to the ring of sweet potato. The curry yoghurt nodded to the name of the dish and its amazing flower like presentation.
The desserts were astounding taste sensations, a bright red caramel apple which burst on the spoon to reveal apple ice-cream inside, a sourdough ice-cream studded with meringues no bigger than smarties with a tongue tingling fried lychee.
Tipped off by JP Mc Mahon , who had been there the week before, we asked could we see the kitchen. This was no problem at all to our charming waitress who brought us into the coal face itself where I shook hands with Joan, the chef brother.
I had a restaurant myself in Ireland for many years I told him, but never more than two chefs in the kitchen. He laughed, “Tonight I have 34!”
At the end of that true feast it was interesting to note that none of us were feeling the least bloated, Sile for all her protests managed to tuck into some of the Petits Fours.
As it was November, my month for abstinence, I left the wine tasting to the other three. The choice was a selection by Josep of a different wine with each course or a dip into their wine list. This was in fact a dictionary sized volume of the 60,000 wines stocked in the cellar. They chose the house selection and were charmed with the choice which included glasses from Germany and France as well as Spain and even a glass of Sake from Japan and a sweet cider from Normandy with the apple dessert.
There were two dinner menus on offer, the Tasting cost €155 per head, the Feast €195. The voluminous wine lists offered quite a few wines under €30 a bottle (and many more way more than that) but the tasting selection of 14 different wines offered with the Feast menu cost €90 a head and my dinner companions thought it well worth the cost and that the pairing was chosen with terrific skill.
I am already trying to think up an excuse to go back.

Passionflower in a garden

Wild Clematis by the roadside

Pomegranate Flowers

Prickley Pear Roses

This was my blog entry exactly ten years ago.
Strange to think that it is only ten years since I went digital.

As I already mentioned I got myself my first Digital Camera last week and having spent the week snapping everything I have taken the first picture that I like.
This is a Hibiscus that our friend Finola gave us last year.
Because Sile has amazing green fingers it seems to spend most of its time in flower.
The camera has a little button with a flower on it which I pressed before I took the photo. Caitriona tells me this is the macro setting.
The camera is a Cannon Sureshot and I bought it from Amazon because it was cheapest there.

Our great friend designer and furniture maker Clive Nunn from Thomastown is celebrating his 70th birthday today.

I decided to show some of the beautiful things which he has designed and made for us over the years ;-

From the Limestone Table in 1989

To the Lustre of Tundishes just last October.

Thank you Clive- keep up the good work.

This is home to our great friends Clive and Sue Nunn.