First thing is to leave Bruges. Past the lines of modern quarters, through the local Beverly Hills. And suddenly you’re in an open field, rustic, without anything.

The house’s located right in the middle of the corn. Behind it, there’s a parking lot with cars just scattered around. Like from Peugeot 307 to Mercedes-AMG GT and Aston Martin DB9, barely accidently.

Then there comes reception, where they get you to go for a walk in their three stars kitchen garden; endless rows of whatever there is in the world from artichokes to nasturtiums are balking into the unrealistically perfectly trimmed lawn. So there you are wandering around with champagne, watching this really suspicious laser cut between the lawn and the garden: it’s so flat and clean that it could be fake; no moles, no dirt clods. It’s more like a full-scale maquette of a garden.

Back in the house there’s a realm of ideal straight geometry and multiple textures that vary from smoked wood to black brick, but in general – almost a void, sort of some gentle post-industrial.

Beautiful.

Besides, the guys are arranged everywhere. Seems like they quit modeling and moved here into the village for the permanent residence. During the night, ten of them are to be changed by the table. Neat.

The girls here resemble cargo: endlessly carrying full or empty trays putting them in/ taking them out of the transparent kitchen.

Well, then the food (from 130 to 485 per person per set, three stars, whatever).

The food is worth it.

Just worth it. That’s it.

Absolutely everything is good, needless to emphasize something in particular. Some things are simply good, others are indecently good.

The place definitely deserves a specially planned visit.

We took a six course set — 175eur (and three complements, each is like half of the course), plus wine, aperitifs and water = 559eur for two people. Definitely not for free. But again, it’s worth it.

PS: The only thing’s that when choosing the menu on their site (and it must be chosen when booking), I’d recommend lying that you have an allergy to … black caviar. I mean this is not a place for caviar. They value it way too much, so the dishes with it are really stupid. They’d better be replaced with something more talented.