THE restaurant of the moment has been getting tons of good reviews on the food blogging circuit. First impressions were favorable: Gorgeous space in a historic Masonic lodge. Check. Attentive knowledgable service. Check. Then the food arrived. The first dish of cauliflower gratin was quite sublime; silky smooth and full of umami (which was surprising cos' I've always thought cauliflower as the Taylor Swift of vegetables: bleh). But it just went downhill from there. The prawn risotto was a platter of confused flavors and textures (strawberry in a salty broth? rubbery prawns in risotto?), the pork belly sat in a strangely sour and dilute pool of sauerkraut juice, and the foie gras satay was overwhelmed by the peanut sauce. Dessert was ok but nothing to shout home about. Huge disappointment, especially given the competition (eg Catalunya) at this price range. Avoid. 2 nombles.