We weren't expecting much, frankly. I'd bumped into Joseph, the manager, and he was such a nice guy, I promised to 'pop in sometime'.
On the last day of my trip, my best mate in town (luckily and councidentally a 'foodie', popped in for dinner.
We each chose a different tasting menu, and settled back.
I can honestly say this was in the top five meals I've ever had. To qualify that, I've done Paris's 'impossible to get a booking' culinary tables. I've done the Fat Duck, and several Gordon Ramsays. I've done Ferran Adria's El Bulli.
This meal outshone many of those, and while foregoing the theatricals, gave Adria a run for his money.
The head waiter is a jewel, and looks a bit like Sammy Davis Jr. He's funnier, and more charming. Every member of staff was friendly, and totally proud of and knowledgable about the food.
Enough. Just sell your granny into slavery and go to Alma. You'll thank me, I guarantee.
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