by James Glazebrook
My curiosity led me to the lobster latte macchiato, a rich bisque presented as (mmmm) a glass of coffee, and the surprisingly delicious ray wings with parsley root risotto, radish and lemon fumée. But it was Zoë who picked the dish of the evening – narrowing down the impressive dessert selection to a deconstructed carrot cake, served with yoghurt ice cream and mascarpone, which was one of the best sweet things either of us have ever tasted. As one would expect from a five star establishment, dinner at Hotel Concorde’s French-inspired brasserie is best reserved for a special occasion, but, to be blunt, we’ve eaten far less enjoyable meals that cost much more money. At the risk of being overly sentimental, allow me to choke back the tears as I exclaim that the meal we ate at Brasserie Le Faubourg is the best we’ve ever eaten in Berlin.