Finally the day came! October 21st.
A day I had been looking forward to for months.
Since I have these special needs regarding the food, I had been corresponding with both the hotel and Gordon Ramsay's staff via email to ensure a pleasant evening.
This was the first time I would eat vegan and gluten free gourmèt food, and I couldn't wait to see what The Chef had created for me.
I started the evening with some fruit juice while the others at the event tasted some local food in the area outside the room where the event would take place. Nothing for me to taste.
I actually asked the hotel if I could bring anything (chocolate), or if I could join the staff at the kitchen to cook my own food. They may have laughed by my nerve to even ask, but maybe if they would have let me I would have been full that evening.
Gordon Ramsay entered the stage to applause and started off by telling everyone that it was amazing that of all the 600 guests none was vegetarian. Well, almost. Because at table 51 there was one, and The Chef acutally mentioned me later that evening too. Someone will maybe go as far as say that he mocked me when calling me that f***** vegetarian at table 51, but I'm from the North and am not that easily mocked. I was actually a bit intrigued.
You may say all kinds of stuff about me wihtout knowing me Chef Ramsay, but the lack of passion in the food you served me this evening was the real insult.
Some mushrooms and herbs. Plain and okay for a starter. Better not stuff my stomach too much before the rest of the other 4 courses.
Now the others recieved a large wellington where several of them said they began to feel full. Well, that's not my story.
I recieved this. The mush underneath the kale was some kind of mush with butternut squash. I wonder if anyone tasted it before they served it. It didn't taste a thing. Well, the butternut is sweet, but besides that. Nada. The carrot (ceviche?) was good and potato is potato. What about some onion, garlic or anything?
And the kale. Sad sad story where I almost choke trying to get it down after several minutes of meaningless chewing. Just had to spit it out.
And that's sad. Too sad. I thought it couldn't be any sader, but I was wrong.
At the 4th course the other 599 guests got different types of cheeze with biscuits. I got this.
What?
Wasn't this the starter?
Wheat starch bread with some cold and plane mushrooms on top. They didn't even add salt and now it began to feel like a real insult.
Was I that difficult to cook for?
The pudding/dessert.
The bump in the middle isn't ice cream. I think the picture speaks for itself, and I would have been so much happier if they at least could have filled the bowl with sorbet and added a green leaf of some mint or something on top.
Luckily I had some quinoa and avocado in my room to please the hunger after watching all of that food.
If you're not up to the task of creating something worth 3000kr, please let me know before travelling from Namsos. I'm not that hard to please, but at least make enough food to fill me up. I'm not a huge person, it shouldn't be that difficult.
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