So the adventure finally begins! It took us 3 train rides but we reached Dans Le Noir on just in time for our 7.15 pm reservation. From the outside, it was just like any other restaurant along the street but as we entered, the Dans Le Noir effect started to kick in. We were greeted by a lounge, a locker, and a tunnel like entrance (like one of those when you enter a cinema). Standing lost and reluctant to spend on a drink, we were than approached by a French guy who then confirmed our reservation and took our orders. Don went for the blue menu (fish), while I went for the white (chef's special).
After emptying our pocket of any possible light source, we were then led to our seats by our waitress Lisa. Inside, it was pitch black. Honest to God, I could not see my hands in front of my face! I guess that's one of the reason why it was so noisy as people could not gauge the distance between one another and had to talk louder.
Once the food was served, it was more or less a guessing game. We were trying to guess our food by smell and taste. It was interesting, because most of the time you find the food falling off the fork before it enters your mouth. Was very tempted to use my hands! Because we could not see the food, quality was very important. And truth be told, it was rather disappointing. So disappointing the food was that we did not regret going for the 2 course meal instead of 3.
In all, 45 pounds per person (including tips) was a bit too much for the experience.
Oh well, fool me once, shame on me, fool me twice, shame on you.
By the way, yes, they did inform us what was served after the dinner. And I got it all wrong!
Next up - St Johns!
