Before the amuse course, my waiter brought me fresh bread and creamy unsalted butter, topped with black volcano salt.
From Left:
A prosciutto-wrapped fig. First thing I ate. Perfectly ripe and delicious.
A potato soup. A small fried potato chip as garnish. So warm and comforting. I wanted to stick my tongue in the container like an aardvark and lick it all out.
I forgot the specifics here, but it was a disc of sausage atop a light crouton. The sausage had a dollop of a delicate red sauce. It was so good.
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