A few weeks ago, we stayed in the city for my birthday and went to dinner at Eight. Eight is the restaurant at the Langham hotel in Auckland and I know several people who have eaten there and they all say how wonderful the food is.
Eight has a similar food concept to Melba, the Langham hotel restaurant in Melbourne where we recently had an expensive dining disaster. So it was with some trepidation that I seated myself in Eight. When I mentioned to the wait staff that I was gluten free, they offered gluten free bread to start with, which I thought was a nice touch.
There are eight different kitchens with different cuisines that you can experience in one sitting. You can either eat from the sit down menu or eat from the buffet, which allows you to experience as many of the eight food cultures as you want. I had a walk around the buffet restaurant and spoke to the different chefs who are there to assist you with choices and to prepare food for you as you wait. There were many gluten free options and some of the chefs offered to make special meals for me in addition to the gluten free options available.
The meal I finally chose (from the sit down menu) was absolutely delicious, beautifully cooked and very fresh. Haitch ate from the buffet and his food looked equally beautiful. There was no comparison to the two different Langham restaurants. We would never eat at Melba again but would definitely go back to Eight.
When it came to dessert time, I decided I could not fit anymore food in. So Haitch went up to the buffet and brought back a plate of lovely looking desserts. When he finished those he went back for more. I guess that is the beauty of a buffet but by this time I was ready to go back to our room and collapse on the bed after eating so much. So when he went back for more dessert, I think I may have glared at him but of course he ignored me.
When he came back to the table he put an ice cream cone in my hand. I thought that he was expecting me to hold it for him while he ate the dessert he had in his plate. What a mean trick to play on me. He knows how badly I have wanted an ice cream in a cone since being gluten free. I guess I shouldn’t have glared at him.
But then he said “it’s for you! They have gluten free ice cream cones so I made one for you!” I quickly forgot how tired and full I was. I licked that ice cream and crunched on the delicious cone and totally enjoyed the blissful moment.