Beni
I've resisted going to Beni for a while now. The parking at Mandarin Gallery is terrible ( navigating the teeny tiny squeezy narrow carpark is like being back at the obstacle course at driving school arghh! ), and if it was possible, contacting the restaurant was an even bigger pain. We rarely, if ever, plan our meals in advance, u see, so most of the time, we let fate decide the where-to for dinner...and usually end up at whichever restaurant has a last-minute availability. And Beni , in addition to its policy of requiring a deposit to secure a reservation, didn't take reservations over the phone, if you got through to them at all in the first place. Hiccups in accessing the restaurant aside, dinner at Beni was transcendent. Like I was cautious and all, because French-Japanese cuisine tends to the clinical and stuffy. But consider me mind-blown; just about every dish was extraordinary. It's like the chef took the best parts of his French training and Japanese heritage ...