Angelina S.
Yelp
Okay it has taken me a little while to write this review...for no other reason than I had such an explosion of things I wanted to write that it has taken a little while for the brain dolphins to stop thrashing to the point where I can actually give you any sort of cogent guide to a meal at Box Tree.
Deep breaths. Take it a bit at a time Angelina. Are we sitting comfortably? Then I will begin.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
WOOOOOOOOT!!! WOOT WOOT WOOT WOOT!!
GNNNNNNNNNNARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!
TEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE *asthma attack*
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze.
*pause*
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*gently crawl back down from ceiling*
*sit*
*type*
Sorry. Where was I? Oh yes. Box Tree!
There are different types of favourite meal. My all time great has been a tiny seafood cafe in San Jose, Almeria where I had spent all my last few pennies of spare cash on a giant seafood platter before tucking my tail between my legs and heading back to England, broke and a failure. The sun slowly set as I curled up on the knackered old wicker seating and dined on lobster, spider crab, mussels, squid and a plethora of all the other tasty, leg ridden, gill sprouting delights that the Mediterranean has sucking up mud and crap for a living on its mucky bottom. I fed stray cats, I drank the cheapest wine and I chatted to the ancient waiter about how much I was going to miss Spain, seafood, the setting sun and him. I don't think any girl has ever been at the same time so content and yet so sad, no-one should weep over lobster. But it was, at the same time, a magical meal.
And 4 years later here I was. In a Michelin starred restaurant, being given a birthday treat by my beloved boyfriend when I never thought I would enjoy luxury or find love ever again. As we took HOURS to slowly savour every single dish that was placed before us by immaculate staff in beautiful surroundings my heart did little backflips of delight. Everything I ate and drank was worthy of excited discussion and debate. We struggled to find words adequate to describe the sensations we were experiencing, we waved our hands with delight, we pulled glorious Greg Wallace 'pudding' faces as the flavours danced on our palates and...more than anything...we smiled and smiled and smiled. It was intoxicating.
Yes, Box Tree is expensive. There's no £20 wine here, it's going to be a few hundred pounds if you want 3 courses and drinks (yes Love, I snuck a look at the bill despite your best efforts to hide it from me, and nearly died) but a good meal is a pleasure that can set all your emotions on fire. So my advice is, if you can put a little money away, no matter how long it takes, one day treat yourself to a meal like this and etch the experience on your heart and mind forever...you never know when a memory like that might make all the different.
Peace peace out.