After having missed the chance to dine with Chinkee at Masseto, then experiencing sharp pangs of jealousy each time I see her “dreaming about duck leg confit” status update on facebook, I know I have to make a trip to the restaurant before I go crazy.
A short exchange of SMS and we’re all set.
The salad is just okay, not the best I’ve had. It feels like it’s lacking something. The Ooooomph Factor.
It is pure fish inside these golden nuggets. Hooray to no scrimping on ingredients! Can definitely use more flavor though.
The crab cakes, according to Chiz, are very crabby. Good crabby.
If you like Gina mango juice frozen and shaped into a ball, you’ll love this. I love it. Everyone loves it.
Chiz complains that her lamb chops are hard, and that they are 40% fat. And seriously, what restaurant does not have mint jelly?
Jeff says the tenderloin is not bad, but the foie gras is not good.
I think sole fillets are plain and boring, but our server recommends it and since there really isn’t much choice for seafood on the menu, Nelson orders this. Butter lemon sauce is the best friend and savior of all Plain Jane dishes. This one has just a tad too much lemon in it. Tsk. The French beans are excellent though.
The waiter has not yet set down the plate in front of me and I am already hating and wanting to punch myself in the face for ordering this. Chef Tippi Tambunting’s masterpiece, the dish every foodie in Manila is raving about, how can it look so dry and so… fugly??? I am so pissed. I start blaming and cursing myself inside my head. But not wanting to throw a tantrum in front of my friends and let them see the retard slash basket case that I really am, I eat my food like an obedient child.
And WOW!!! <Insert fireworks here> One bite and I understand why Chinkee dreams about this. The meat is tender and flavorful and oh sooooooo good! The skin is crispy and fatty and oh sooooooo very goooooooood!!! I am humbled. And I surrender. My heart now belongs to a fugly crispy duck leg.
And a fine dining meal is not a fine dining meal if you do not have good foie gras. Sadly, Masseto’s is not. Not even warm when served to us, the goose liver is also not the rich and buttery kind that I like. And the salad dressing is just too sour.
They say it is bitter. I say if we take out the burnt bits at the bottom, it is alright. I love chocolate and dark is my favorite. Keep away, sissies. Stick to the not-so-honey ice cream.
The chocolate-hazelnut combination is always a sure win. The dollop of whipped cream balances the sweetness. It’s simple. It satisfies.
Do not let the ordinary and uninspired name stop you from ordering this dessert crepe. It is so simple yet so amazingly delicious that Chiz declares she can have another piece if she isn’t already so full. As for me, no matter how full, I can easily polish off two more of this.
Or three.
Masseto: 114 Valero Street, Salcedo Village, Makati City, Philippines.
+632-8103565, +632-3380929