A concept rich with promise - the ultimate anticipatory delight.
And it did not disappoint.
To explain - last night was a special night. And to celebrate it, Prudence and her beloved indulged in an eight-course degustation with matched wines.
Take it as read that the savoury courses were exquisite in their composition and execution, and elicited appropriate swoons.
It was pre-dessert that really caught Prudence's imagination.
First the waiter brought a bowl of lightly steaming fairy floss, then another poured a champagne and blood orange concoction over it, whereupon the floss elegantly disintegrated to reveal a berry compote with lemony marscapone (there was a lot more to it, but Prudence was well and truly on the other side of tipsy at this point).
"Clever," giggled Prudence.
"Oh no," dead-panned the waiter, "clever is too noble a word to apply to fairy floss, it's more devious."