"Seychelles is not the place to come and get thin ..."

"... It's a culinary festival. Not just every day, but every meal."

That's what my companion (henceforth known as LB) uttered between mouthfuls of the second course of our five-course dinner last night. I nodded in agreement.

Ever since we arrived five mornings ago we've been eating ourselves into different blood groups. Last night's dinner at Bliss was exquisite. Having had a late lunch (in our hotel room) of the most delicious cheeses and bread (left overs from the evening before's room service) I was not feeling particularly hungry. Not that that has ever stopped me from eating before.

Our waitress explained how things work. There is no menu, just a choice of either a three or five course SURPRISE meal. You just inform her what you don't eat and the rest is up to the chef. LB opted for the five course meal, which comes with a complimentary glass of champagne. I asked for the three course, planning to sample LB's other two courses. As if reading my mind, LB made it very clear that I was not allowed to touch LB's food.

Fearing order envy, I promptly asked our waitress for the five course meal instead. Our cubes (the glasses reminded me of test cubes from my high school science lab) of champagne arrived and we had to guess which flower was infused in it. We couldn't. It was Violet.

I had two of sips of champagne before handing it over to LB, who was very pleased to receive it (having already finished LB's own). Interesting, coming from someone who had just a few minutes before made it very clear I was not to partake of LB's food!

* The chicken salad (first course) was light, fresh and delish! The noodle-like (I think it was grated) cucumber was delightful.
* Neither LB nor I are big fans of soup, but we both thoroughly enjoyed the lobster soup with onion leaves.
* The refresher before the main course was frozen mango juice with Pisang Ambon (some alcoholic beverage made out of banana leaves - but then again everybody had probably heard of it besides me) on top was another alluring surprise. It tasted a bit like cough mixture. I like cough mixture. LB didn't enjoy it so I promptly poured LB's portion in my glass.
* Red Snapper with aubergine and apple, served with a pyramid of rice. Uhm uhm uhm. Uhm uhm uhm. The thought running through my head was: If Nada licked her plate and nobody was around to see it, did Nada lick her plate?
* Perfect blueberry (with fresh cream), chocolate brownie, and creme brûlée with a drop of Baileys. (Okay, so did we stumble on happy hour at this here restaurant?) The Baileys did give it a yummy zing.

By now LB was beginning to express concern about the designated driver's sobriety. If it was anybody else no eyebrows would have been raised. The two (tiny) sips of champagne (each followed by huge gulps of water), 2x teaspoons of Pisang Ambon in mango juice, and a half teaspoon of Baileys in my dessert were hardly a cause for disquiet. But this is me we're talking about.

I got us home safely. It appears I can hold my drink.