The soup had a Jekyll-&-Hyde split personality, with one spoonful offering rich, clear and sweet comfort and the next spoonful being a pleasurably searing, formidably hellish numbness, courtesy of the perverted peppercorns, chilli oil and gratuitous amounts of dried chilli that completely covered the surface of the dish as it was served to the table. The soup was such a schizophrenic marvel that you may completely forget about the titular cod, which was smooth, buttery and Nassim Hill-esque in its luxuriousness. 4.3/5

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