So it was surprise date night and I was excited! Although I can’t stand surprises myself, that certainly doesn’t stop me from subjecting others to them. So last week we hopped in the car and I proceeded to play the whole “I wonder where the car is taking us. Can you guess?” shtick. I had built up this whole special night and I was wishing, like Dorothy for home, that it met our swelled expectations. Alphutte, on the corner of Pulteney Street and I’m in heaven, certainly did just that. This place is without a doubt, the bombdig.
What can I say, the Swiss know steaks as well as army knives and cuckoo clocks! I had the chateaubriand and it was… it was… it was… indescribable! Another menu highlight was the roschti, which is pretty much the biggest and bestest hashbrown I have ever come across in my 24 years as a potato enthusiast. Did I eat a whole roschti made to share amongst four people on my own? Yes and no. Yes that did happen and no that didn’t not happen.
The service was absolutely top notch. With all the bells and whistles from giving you a folded napkin surprise on your return from the bathroom and never letting a wine go lower than half way down the glass before a top up.
At this point I would like to put in an official apology for the quality of the photos which follow. To be honest, it can be a real tease having to take a good photo of your food before you get that first oh-so-delicious bite. It was more: point, shoot and who-cares-what-the-bloomin’-photo- looks-like-I-gotta-get-that-in-my-mouth kind of styles.
Well there you have it ladies and gents. THIS was a dining experience for the books. It… was… perfect. And it was also officially the most expensive dinner to come out of this students pocket might I add, but certainly worth it!
Alphutte, you might just be my restaurant soul mate…
Until next time… Stay Rad-eladie.