I have a confession to make.
Thing is...I'm a foodie.
No, no, no, not that kind.
I was a foodie since the 70's when only chefs and bulimics would obsess about food.
Apparently my first documented sentence was in Korean and translated literally was,
"My stomach is so full I could die."
( It means that one had a lot to eat minus the dramatics.)
I was the sort of kid that would get free meals at restaurants because the owner or manager would be amazed at how much I was enjoying my food and asking questions about where the food was from.
I had told this to a karmic astrologer who was also a Wicca witch in the ley lines of the west country and she explained the reason why I was obsessed with food was because I had starved in a previous life due to having been a refugee due to a bad politically based arranged marriage.
Either way, I love food.
I loved food so much that when I had a chance, my friend from law school
( the one I mentioned in my previous post where I had a friend divorce and she got the hairdresser ) and I opened a cafe in London.
Long story short, I became disillusioned and after the cafe closed,
I just went back to watching cooking shows.
Then the past decade and a half or so,
there was a glut of people who were self proclaimed foodies.
"Oh, don't you just love dark chocolate?
Gosh, I'm such a foodie I can't eat hershey's or cadbury's chocolate."
"Gosh, I am craving Ethiopian food.
I just need my monthly injera fix."
says the bearded yet shaved bald bloke.
"I never, like, use margarine, like totally, only butter.
Am I right? Seriously, right? "
*eye roll* x 3
Going to the latest trendy restaurant in London does nothing for me at all anymore.
It might be a sign of age of course.
But I don't appreciate,
the 2 hour limit on table reservations.
But by the time you greet your friends,
look at the menu,
keep telling every other waiter that checks on "if everything is okay" during and between every course,
you hardly have time to catch up with people you chose to spend the evening with.
Long time readers will remember I went to Noma 2 years ago and was underwhelmed.
I tried to write a fair review not based on my personal palette.
But equally I am not an anti-snob foodie either.
I don't sneer at Michelin restaurants but I don't like food tokenism by forcing some feral surrounding while eating for hipsters.
But it has been a long time since a fine dining restaurant has inspired me.
Until last week.
For me, Faviken has reignited enthusiasm.
|In the spotlight|
Faviken maybe familiar to those of you who have watched
The Chef's Table on Netflix.
It is a restaurant just below the Arctic Circle in Sweden run by a talented chef, Magnus Nilsson, who is also a local boy from the region of Jamtland.
The restaurant is like a Viking's home and anywhere else this lighting and decor would be most pretentious but considering I took two planes and had a one and half hour drive to the nearest town that still was 30 minutes away from Faviken,
this is pretty authentic.
I must encourage you to watch the chef's table if you are interested in travel and food.
Taste is subjective so what I love you may not and vice versa.
However, this was the best paced tasting menu I have ever tried anywhere since the beginning of my tasting menu experiences.
|wholegrain wheat cracker with carrot salad|
They would do a quick flurry of about 3 to 5 dishes with a breather to digest in all manners.
|Fresh curd with crowberries underneath|
Normally after one of these evenings, I am in such a food glut that I temporarily lose my mind and think I might not eat for days.
|broth of smoked and dried reindeer that was like a japanese kombu poured onto the fresh curd above|
Not so with this menu.
The dishes were sourced locally and if not in season were pickled when they were in season.
The tone of the dishes - though Nordic - were on a completely different key that that of Noma.
|Bird's liver custard, malted cabbage, rowan berries and parsley stems|
I am not sure if this was the chef's interpretation or if it was a Danish / Swedish difference.
|Slices of cured pork that was aged for months|
But one of the standouts for me was the butter that is made from a local farm.
No wonder bread and butter was a course.
It tasted in its natural raw state like a thickened beurre blanc with herbs and minus any vinegar.
|Scallop cooked over burning juniper branches|
In fact, my friends are thinking of going again in the summer to try out the summer menu even though it took almost as long to get there as it would from London to Seoul.
|We had a wine pairing and this was good old fashioned mead |
like the Vikings and other Saxons would have drunk
|King crab and almost burnt cream - the best crab everyone at the table had ever tasted|
Deserves this close up
|Cod steamed with spruce needles, fermented jerusalem artichoke|
|Razor clam - my least favourite dish - |
not due to the chef but just because I am not keen on razor clams
|Potato dream - simulating a famous Swedish biscuit but made of potatoes and barley|
|wooden box filled with tar pastilles, meadowsweet candy, dried rowanberries, smoked caramel, sunflower seed nougat, |
dried black currants
|The various drinks served with the menu ( non alcoholic option ) which it seems they serve to people who had the wine pairing at the dessert section|
|This was snus ( snuff in English ) fermented in used bitters barrel|
Basically - it is moist powder tobacco and you put in your mouth
This is very popular in Sweden.
Hope those of you who are interested in cooking and different types of food enjoyed the tour x