I should have enjoyed eating The Eight more than I should.
The service was impeccable—the eldest female was most often served the first
and when they noticed she was left handed, they moved the chopsticks to her
left side. The décor was impressive, and the plating was flawless. They weren’t
able to whip up something expediently that was gluten free as other restaurants
with no notice were, but the food that I was able to eat was good. Just not
overwhelming excellent.
Awarded a Michelin 3 star rating, The Eight is Chinese fine
dining—as opposed to overflowing food, think French style portions. As I
mentioned, I tend to like quantity over quality.
The meal was pre-selected for us. I was unable to eat the
Dim Sum. The Steamed Crab Claw waded in a lake of egg white with an under-soil
of ginger and Chinese wine. It was tasty but I probably wouldn't order it again. I also couldn’t eat the crispy beef. I could see
that many Japanese would like this restaurant because of the very Kawai
plating. I turned one with the eyes facing me to take a photo but before I ate
it, the server turned the eyes facing away from me which is a Chinese custom.
The entrees ended with a small pig stuffed with rice. It was
extremely filling, and because the breakfast we had was huge, I wasn’t that
hungry. The rice soaked up a lot of oil which made it more filling. The dessert—coconut glutinous rice with mango--was a pleasant, sweet way to end a refined meal—a lot better than a fortune
cookie.
Now if you want wine with you meal, you’ll want to take a
look at these exclusive photos in an upcoming post of a never-before-seen by
journalists wine cellar at the Grand Lisboa resort.
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