Portrait of a Predator, Brasserie Wolf

According to The Harry Potter Lexicon, one becomes a werewolf upon getting bitten by a werewolf. Werewolves lose their sense of human awareness and will attack even their closest kins. I say, when you get bitten by Brasserie Wolf, you turn uncharacteristically muted, hardly daring to howl for fear of drawing unwanted attention to this gem.

Situated at Robertson Quay, this sizable restaurant sat about ten breathing souls during Monday's lunch hour. Now, that is peculiar for the set lunch amounts to a steal in broad daylight.



The pan seared duck foie gras spotted a texture not unlike that of your tongue, thereby commanding a 3-second melt-on-your-tongue piece. Paired with caramelized apples, the result was almost worth giving up your liver for.



The texture department was hotly contested by the veal sweetbreads salad. Flesh above the neck vertebrae was laced with a skirt of crisp skin, providing instantaneous pleasure to the adventurous and ignorant (I fell into the latter category).



We staked out our 'mains' territory with red garoupa and lamb tenderloin. The pan-seared lamb tenderloin assumed 'alpha' status with a Hannibal-friendly texture and fostered an unlikely alliance with the white beans ragout.



Keeping in pace, the pan-fried red garoupa, topped with diced red onions and tomatoes, bore a distinctive clean taste. Being an artichoke virgin, I was intrigued by the hardy fibrous artichoke, which felt like a hybrid between sweet potato and beetroot, only drained of colour.



The hunt ended on a sweet note as we chased down ours mains with mango sherbet and nougat glace.



The mango sherbet packed a punch and the summer-coloured ensemble suited those who craved for something uncomplicated but no less impactful.



I, on the other hand, relished in the nougat glace and mixed berries compote. Blood-red berries compote slathered over fair-as-pale-skin nougat glace. The tastebud-tickling compote and sweetish nougat bar tucked with hazelnut bits was made for a sensory unforgettable affair.

Wolves normally hunt in packs but when one spots a prey as enticing as such, it will definitely struggle to keep it to a secret.