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“I’M GOING TO ASK YOU A QUESTION,” says Ferran<br />
Adrià, in prickly response to a question that I’ve just<br />
asked. “Can you explain to me the difference between<br />
molecular cuisine and molecular gastronomy?”<br />
After a lengthy silence, the chef-cum-philosopher,<br />
who is widely regarded as the fi nest cook of his<br />
generation, fi nally puts me out of my misery: “The<br />
problem is, one exists, the other doesn’t. The other is<br />
just a name people have given. This revolution, which<br />
you call molecular cuisine, was born in 1994. It’s a very<br />
local movement. It started in el Bulli.”<br />
The question I’d asked had felt innocent enough to<br />
me – “What is your reaction to the word ‘molecular’?”<br />
– but to Adrià it was like a red rag to a bull. It’s<br />
probably because he’s been hearing it – or a variation<br />
thereof – for quite some time.<br />
El Bulli was Adrià’s triple-Michelin-starred<br />
restaurant located near the sleepy resort of Roses<br />
on the Costa Brava, a couple of hours’ drive north<br />
of Barcelona. The winner of the S Pelligrino World’s<br />
Best Restaurant Award in 2002, and four more times<br />
from 2006 to 2009, the restaurant was famed for its<br />
highly experimental cuisine – referred to as molecular<br />
gastronomy by the media (though not Adrià).<br />
THE BUZZ | TASTE BUDS<br />
Portrait<br />
of an<br />
Artist<br />
EL BULLI RESTAURANT MAY BE NO MORE, BUT ITS GUIDING GENIUS,<br />
FERRAN ADRIÀ, REMAINS A BUSY MAN. AS HIS FIRST COOKBOOK<br />
LAUNCHES, WE WENT TO MEET THE WORLD’S GREATEST CHEF<br />
DUNCAN RHODES<br />
LORENA ROS<br />
And what an experience it was... At least for<br />
the 8,000 people who managed to get a table (out<br />
of the two million who applied each season). For<br />
these lucky few, el Bulli’s 75 staff would conduct<br />
a gastronomic symphony over 40 courses in what<br />
Adrià refers to as “performances” or “concerts”, rather<br />
than meals. Diners would be presented with such<br />
improbable dishes as tender almond turnover with<br />
Szechuan button and cucumber balls in liquorice<br />
and yuzu; lychee soup with spherical capsules and a<br />
spoonful of frozen tarragon powder with, perhaps,<br />
eucalyptus water-ice for dessert. In a restaurant that<br />
knew no creative limits, ordinary foodstuffs were<br />
transmogrifi ed into new shapes and textures, and<br />
bullied into balls, foams, airs and capsules, with some<br />
dishes evaporating before diners’ eyes or disappearing<br />
into their mouths, only to reappear as clouds of<br />
nitrogen through their nostrils.<br />
The restaurant closed its doors for the last time<br />
earlier this year, but it’s there that we’re sitting – in<br />
the nerve centre of the very operation. It’s a place that<br />
few, barring Adrià’s own staff, have seen: the kitchen<br />
of el Bulli. Is it some kind of space-age lab manned by<br />
silver-suited technicians wielding hand-me-down<br />
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