This time it was John Reppy visiting (another former Bell Labs person, who previously had a Cambridge sabbatical and who we in fact saw here in January). He is now at UChicago and kindly offers us lodging and supports our gluttony when we do the fall dropoff.
John's visit to Cambridge was an occasion to try out
Midsummer House Restaurant - the local Michelin 2*. I was a bit skeptical as the menu didn't look that exciting and the 1* we went to for my birthday was very disappointing. But luckily I was wrong.
We arrived at 9pm (that was the only time I could get a reservation). As soon as we were seated the first of many custom trolleys was brought by. Just as I suspected, I found a youtube video of the first: the
Champange Trolley. Next, before we even got any menus, the little dishes started arriving. That was a clever move because they were so awesome that when we had to choose between the 7 or 10 course meal (our only options), we went for 10. This

was foolhardy as with all the extra food before and after, the meal was more like 20 courses. So between being out of training and it being near 1am by the end, I couldn't quite manage. Mark, on the other hand... Oh, and we also had the accompanying wine flight (although Mark and I shared one). That was well worth it, the wines were obscure and amazingly well paired with the food (and in fact often didn't taste good without the food).
This professional
review actually nicely captures our experience. We even had some of the dishes mentioned (the beetroot/goat cheese, and the scallop/quail egg). We also had lots of truffles, I guess it is that time of year. One of the desserts was very similar to something we saw on Heston Blumenthal - a chocolate dome in a hard shell that dramatically dissolved when the sauce was poured over it.
It was quite interesting to compare this place with the 2* we had
gone to in London. They are definitely in an equivalence food class
somehow, and we got the extravagant tasting menus at both places which
led to meals that went on for 4 hours! But while the London place was
all elegance, this place was theatrical bordering on tacky. Although the chef was British the staff was mostly French and hard to understand. They also did some arcane things. Since I had made the reservation they asked me if I was in charge. What this meant was that I was the only one who had prices on my menu! In NYC it used to be that only men were given the menus with prices, so I guess this was an improvement. But when it was time to leave only the females were given chocolates for the road.
The walk home was interesting, since we have never been out that late. The pub that we had been to for dinner with John during his January visit was overflowing and could be heard blocks away at almost 2 am.
Anyway, a fun dinner, but I am still recovering today.