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The souffle was not excessively sweet, but it was certainly on the sweet side, with a bit of granular sugar crunch to it. The touch of crunch, hint of caramelization to the top of the souffle, and suffuse raspberryness of it combined to remind me a bit of raspberry candy - not that I have any particular one in mind. A few whole raspberries were embedded in its depths, treasures to find upon excavation.

The cock's comb was part of a different dinner the night before, part of a multi-part dish involving John Dory, entirely crisped wafer-like chicken skin, and the cock's comb - poached perhaps? It was a tender slightly wobbly little thing, golden, texture like a cooked mushroom, and taste like the ghost of organ meat intensity. It never occurred to me that that was an edible part of the bird either!