Eliane

What a masterwork, deserves a star more. We had 16 course - all magic. If you can get a spot, go ahead as it's worth it. You feel like you're in the chefs private livingroom and hes cooking with his team directly for you, putting music on from records, having a chat, not intrusive, etc. Staff is all amazing can't say 1 single bad thing - truly they are all up there. Have recommended it already to 10 people since last night.

Excellent experience at Eliane. The dishes look very simple, almost understated, but the level of cooking is outstanding. Everything was executed with great precision. A highlight was the potato cooked in a shell of salt, which then turned into a refined “stoemp” with the sauce and herbs — incredibly soft, melting in the mouth, and full of flavour. The turbot was flawless, perfectly cooked and delicate, literally melting on the palate. Several dishes delivered real explosions of taste despite their minimal appearance. I also had lobster, lamb and pigeon, all prepared with the same level of accuracy and control. Textures are consistently excellent throughout: precise, and beautifully balanced, never heavy. The atmosphere is enhanced by a carefully curated music selection. Service is very friendly, with different staff members taking turns to serve and explain the dishes, creating a relaxed and engaging interaction. A place that doesn’t try to impress visually, but delivers where it matters most: taste, texture, and precision. Highly recommended.

Sometimes, very occasionally, everything comes together. The atmosphere settles over the room like a soft blanket, music breathing with the moment. The kitchen and the service understand you without words, gliding by as if everything were weightless, with an incomparable calm. And yet there is a subtle dynamism, almost at odds with that calm, which, together with the music, draws you into a gently disorienting, deeply pleasant state. From this alone arises an unacceptably pleasant experience. And the food what can you call it? To call something heavenly would mean it is not of this planet. And yet it is. When you step outside again, you realise you have been somewhere else for a moment on the planet Eliane, in the Kobe galaxy. It is almost impossible to imagine where you were for that moment, far away from the mad world. So, after all, is there a heaven on earth? If so, it must be here. On a blue Friday, an evening like no other in the past fifty-nine years comes into being. With gratitude for this evening. Koen Breakman