London truly is a beautiful city and on a bright summer’s day, it’s impossible to resist the lure of an al-fresco lunch. Mr. Flavour and I have been longing to check out Yauatcha at Broadgate Circle and on this glorious afternoon, they had a delightful outdoor table in the shade of a cherry blossom tree with our name on it.
We nestled into our banquette and perused the sumptuous menu as the sun warmed our skin. With so many delicious looking items to choose from, I think we’ll need some cocktails to aid the decision-making process. Refreshment came in the form of a lychee ginger Collins and a lychee Martini. Both were Eastern inspired takes on a Western classic. I was surprised that my husband didn’t opt for his usual Negroni but on a hot day like this, the cooling exotic flavours hit the spot and set the stage for the feast to come.
The first act began with the entrance of the fried dim sum platter. A real treat for the eyes. A delicately constructed quartet of mini nibbles: Richly seasoned venison encased in a puff pastry jacket. Mushroom served in a crisp spring roll and morels elegantly wrapped in vermicelli. The delightfully classic sesame prawn toast brought a satisfying conclusion to this course. (Mr. Flavour’s note: – You didn’t seem overly satisfied when I ate half of yours).
Next came the steamed dim sum platter. These brightly coloured parcels sat in their bamboo baskets almost looked too pretty to eat. I said almost! The black pepper wagu beef dumpling had to be scooped up quickly, as I could see my other half greedily eyeing it up. We loved the fiery Szechuan dumpling and the crystal wrap with pumpkin and pine nut was certainly an experience we’d never tasted. At this point in the lunch, our bellies were comfortably full but there was more deliciousness to come.
When the stunning looking mains arrived at our table, our appetites magically returned. The lobster vermicelli pot was the real star of the show. A vibrant nest of saucy noodles and bright red claws, with plenty of succulent lobster meat to share. The Szechuan pepper beef was also pretty special but if you ate one of those dried chilies, you tasted the kiss of the Dragon (Mr. Flavour’s note: – Nothing I couldn’t handle! Now where’s that water?).
The desserts were elegantly crafted and again, almost too beautiful to spoil. However, Mr. Flavour needed that cooling cherry compote with his black forest sweet to soothe his burning tongue. I had the yuzu rose choux; a pretty pink profiterole with delicate hints of ginger and rose water. Just as we thought we’d eaten our way through the entire menu, our charming waiter brought out some complimentary macaroons, whose vibrant colours mirrored our moods on this lovely summer afternoon. It would’ve been rude not to order another cocktail and the house take on an espresso martini perked us up enough to gently stroll to the nearest outdoor bar. That’s another story!