Went to the King Louis Bar at Vivo after having finally watched Les Miserables the Movie, hoping to prolong the ‘ang moh’ European experience (Delifrance, by the way, is NOT really French) within the day itself. Greeted by a ominous looking suit of armor, we cautiously entered the restaurant, prepared to defend ourselves with the wife’s handbag and my rusty Taekwondo skills should said suit of armour animate itself via some Merlin or horror movie spell.
The ambience of the restaurant looked as if it tried really hard to give patrons the impression of medieval Europe, and to some extent, this actually worked out pretty well, except for two things: 1) There are no tigers depicted in medieval European culture so placing a replica of one doesn’t quite cut it (unless the tigers decidedly went ‘ang moh’ too, like us that afternoon), and 2) a black theme in medieval Europe seems to be more associated with the witch’s cauldron rather than a rustic tavern with which aged oak or mahogany would have served better.
Nonetheless, we were treated to a royal reception by the friendly staff who waited on us the entire duration of the meal. To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable having at least two pairs of eyes watching over us from start to finish and attending to us, but that’s probably because we were the early dinner birds of the day – no other patrons yet! Then again, it was a weekday, and the timing of the movie had sealed our dinner bird fate.
As the wife was on her usual “dieting routine”, it was up to me to venture into the dragon’s lair so bravely did by St George. She would probably take a nibble from what I ordered anyway, which was to be a hearty portion of ribeye done medium-rare, although I had wanted to attempt one of their mixed grill feasts – in particular, Lancelot (befitting of my meat lover status).
For the first time in my life, I regretted ordering steak. Not because it was lousy or anything. In fact, it was far from being mediocre. The regret sank in, rather, because it was so good that it was a pity I had not gone for Sir Lancelot! Up to this day, the feelings remain strong and should I revisit King Louis, I would play the role of the dragon that devours Lancelot – flesh and bone.
Lest we forget, this is a food review and review the steak I must, as is my noble quest. The ribeye was nicely grilled, slight charred at the more marbled portion (because fats cook faster), and juicy throughout the leaner one. This leaves a bittersweet succulence in the mouth (the bitterness from the charred), with a lingering aroma of flavours in the palette. The commonfolk would be applauded for their use of a simple, “Wow!” The marinate used (perhaps a clever balance of the usual peppercorn, oil, and salt) embellished the already gratifying flavour, adding a nice little punch to the natural moist – which needless to say was very much appreciated, thank you. Beef lovers who truly want that distinctive beef flavour could opt for the sirloin alternatively, although the ribeye doth bringeth forth that magical touch to thine tastebuds already(eth).
For a humble price of 22.50++, you can bathe in the majesty of a meal which I’ve had the pleasure of doing. ‘Aye’ to that, indeed!
Date of Visit: Feb 04, 2013
Spending per head: Approximately $27(Dinner)Other Ratings: