Stepping through the curtain into the dining hall all turned pitch black. I removed my wristwatch and stuffed it down my pocket when I noticed the numbers on its face glowing prominently in the dark. It was impossible to see the table we were shuffling toward. Blindness was the point of the dining experience.
Kim has come. She's passing through Québec en route to a college reunion down in New York. The two of us went out for dinner last night at O Noir. Not only is the setting void of illumination--none of the servers can see. The entire waitstaff is blind.
Kim and I both ordered the surprise three-course menu. Dishes consisting of ingredients we had no clue about were set some place in front of us we couldn't see. Taking silverware into hand, scooping; piercing; and slicing, then bringing each bit to mouth--it's a wholly different experience when you can't see.
Another Darkness: Enormous
Sinkhole along Sherbrooke
Kim and I plan to share another unique dining experience back in Québec City. I've promised to take her to the local greasy poutine joint the locals swear by, Ashton.
More culinary adventures to come...