Francois X.
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Our small group had reserved a table and arrived punctually. Upon entering, we were asked to wait, this extended to ten minutes, with no explanation and little sense of welcome.
Once seated, we found ourselves next to a large table that included vibrant children and their family dogs, a curious decision for a Michelin star setting.
The meal began on a promising note. A sparkling wine was offered as an aperitif, crisp, elegant, and perfectly judged. The amuse bouche were thoughtful and balanced. These, as it turned out, would be the highlight of the experience.
The asparagus was forgettable, neither offending nor engaging. What followed was a raw prawn tart with bearnaise. Visually appealing, but served with no cutlery. When asked, the waiter smiled and said "its the joke". We felt it was too large for this but attempted to eat it anyway. Once it fell apart we requested utensils, along with a laugh from the staff as though the discomfort was part of the show.
Next came a course of veal liver with parmesan and cacao powder, whose strong flavours were aiming at contrast but achieved only confusion. A plate of oyster water and fava beans was a visual muddle that tasted much as it looked.
The main course of cod, which is not native fish in the region a puzzling centrepiece for a restaurant awarded a green star, was described dramatically as "cod, cod et cod" and was less a triptych than a discordant trio. One piece was cooked with care, though drowned beneath an assertive parsley sauce. The fried component was clumsy and dull, and the most pleasant element of the raw preparation was the accompanying melon. Strangely, this dish was paired with a bold, sediment-heavy red wine, whose weight overwhelmed the fish entirely.
Other pairings were poorly timed. A pale ale and a white wine arrived within a single course, leaving us to guess which glass belonged to which idea.
And yet, the setting is undeniably beautiful. The restaurant sits in a region blessed with exquisite ingredients and wines, one could almost feel their presence, just out of reach. I hope in the future, Casamatta can utilise its own terroir and local produce to allow the menu to rise to meet the venue.