Friday, 1 August 2014

Dining in the Dark


There is a restaurant in Soho called Dans Le Noir that I have wanted to try out for ages, but it’s expensive and the menu looks a little scary, so while I was living there we never quite made it through the door. It’s a restaurant run by blind staff, offering you the chance to heighten your other senses by dining in pitch-black darkness. The idea sort of terrifies me, but I’ve always wanted to try it out!
            When I moved to Singapore I kept a small portion of my London list that I never quite made it to the end of, and Dans Le Noir has stayed on there, waiting for my return, but I think that I may now finally be ready to cross it off the list!
            I am the “cultural ambassador” for our Singapore office, and so it’s my responsibility to ensure that the team over here get all the same perks and benefits (or most of them at least) to the other offices around the world. I’m still working on the free breakfasts, sponsored dinners when you have to stay in the office late and weekly yoga classes, but I’m doing my best!
            This week the company is celebrating hiring our 300th person on to the team! In the US HQ they held a huge office party, with themed outfits and around 200 people partying late into the night. If we tried that over here we would have 6 people dancing around the printer, so we needed a different plan, but still something a bit off the wall.
            Step in Nox, Singapore’s answer to Dans Le Noir – not only do I get to try out the game, but I get to try it out on company expenses before venturing out there with friends. You can’t say fairer than that!
            Whilst I was really excited about this dinner plan before I left the office, as I really started to think about the fact that I would be sitting in pure, pitch black darkness for two hours, attempting to eat a three course dinner without spilling it all down myself I actually started to get a bit scared. Blindness has always terrified me, and whilst I wasn’t planning to move around too much once I had been seated, it was still suddenly a very daunting idea.


We arrived ten minutes before our table reservation, so we settled in the main bar (which was thankfully fully lit) to check out the drinks menus and order a cocktail each to get us started. From this lounge we were told that there would be no more menus, so if we wanted drinks with dinner we had to order them then and there to be delivered to us at the table (we opted for the two glasses of wine that they paired with the meal). From then on, we were eating, tasting and living blind!


Bags, phones and all personal possessions (and anything like watches that might give off light) were locked safely away, and then we were formed into a human chain (hands on shoulders) and led up a pitch-black staircase by our waiter for the evening. All the waiters are blind or partially sighted, so they are a lot more efficient in the dark then fully sighted people would have been.
            At the top of the stairs we took a sharp left and were led into one of the four smaller dining rooms. Normally there would be between 10 to 12 people in each room, but as we had a larger than normal table of 6, we lucked out and got our own private room.  It turns out people normally only go here in couples. It’s my idea of a nightmare for a date destination, but what do I know?
            We were slowly walked round the table and allocated our chairs – I am pretty sure that we all breathed a sigh of relief when we each made it to a seated position without anything too disastrous occurring.
            There followed a full table service of three courses, each made up of four small ramekins of food. You had to eat your way around the pots in a particular order, trying to work out what was in each; this is where it really got scary for me. I was there with people who eat pig organ soup as a treat, so as I heard them grab spoons and start shovelling without any fear of what they might be about to bite down on, I realised that I was no way near as adventurous as they were.
            I quickly developed a little routine for working my way through the dishes in safety, and I have to say that I am grateful it was dark so that no one else got to witness it. Each pot was brought right up to my face so that I could get a good whiff of it. Then I would poke it with my finger to try and establish a texture of sorts. Next was a quick poke with my tongue to get a very basic flavour, and then I would venture in with a spoon to try it out more fully.
            There were twelve dishes in total, with everything from prawns, and steak to duck and sweetbreads, but the delightful interpretations of Western desserts were my undoubted favourites! I was proud for finishing each dish completely, but it certainly took me a little longer than the rest of the table.
            I realised one thing during my time at the table that both worried and impressed me. I noticed that no matter how dark it is, no matter what crazy food is being put on the table or how clustered the table in front of me is, I can drink two glasses of wine without spilling a drop and without a second’s hesitation when locating my glass. Picking up and managing wine glasses is apparently something that I really can do with my eyes closed!
            Two hours later, with plates cleared, we were put back into chain formation and led down the stairs, back to the real world. While everyone else emerged into the light happy to be able to see again, I arrived with my face screwed up into a tiny ball, unable to bear the bright lights as my eyes streamed. If you thought it was mean when people turn the light on in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping, you have no idea of the pain of coming back into the light from two hours of straining them to see in the pure darkness


We then ran through the menu of what we had eaten throughout the night, which none of us got 100% right (it turned out the pork was duck and the duck was pork and the scallops were sweetbreads) and then it was time to go home. It wasn’t a longwinded or drunken night out, but it was great fun, and something that I am most definitely going to be dragging Nick along to soon (now that I’ve got over the fear).

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