birthday dinner was a varied experience at sidart. saturday night, and the place was generously packed - perhaps 2 tables free. there was a centre table of 4 in the middle of the restaurant, which proved to be the bane of the rest of the diners for the entire evening. a bunch of young arrogant over-achieving medical registrars, one of which insisted on spending the entire evening baying at the top of his lungs pronouncing on all matter of patient problems - the final straw was when he guffawed "and i said i'm sure that you didn't get that gonorrhoea infection on your finger from a scratch!!" haw haw haw.. indeed sir, and that's when we decided to leave - fortunately after the last course of the 10-course tasting menu.
it was a mixed bag - the amuse bouche augured well for the evening, a mouth and texture treat of salmon and avocado - both of which i personally despise - but sidart had concocted something superb from this over-used pairing. the monkfish was acceptable, and the next course of trevally was, unfortunately very dry. the quail was the highlight of the courses - complex but well balanced - and this brings me to the problem with sidart: balance and editing. for example, the next dish of ostrich w/ coffee, haloumi and licorice - the schmear of which tipped the balance of the dish into the - well - distasteful. perhaps it's my unrefined palate, but someone needs to let sid know that there is a preponderance of ingredients on the plate, all of which may not necessarily need to be there. editing. that's not to say that we won't be back there soon. the creativity and flair on display in sidart's food is worthy of a another visit - just not with loud mouths around.