'World's most expensive restaurant' Sublimotion charges eye-watering £1,210 a head for a futuristic feast
Tom Bryant takes one for the team and dines on foie gras doughnuts and floating macaroons at Ibiza's £1,210-a-head restaurant
Standing in complete darkness in what appears to be a goods lift, it suddenly occurs to me perhaps I’m the victim of an elaborate practical joke.
I’m here as one of the first journalists ever to dine at Sublimotion, a new restaurant dubbed the most expensive in the world and which sets you back an eye-watering £1,210 a head.
Yet stuck in the pitch black with a Spanish member of staff imploring me to “push the white button” to crank the lift into action, I half expect Ant and Dec to jump out from the gloom as part of a TV prank.
Just moments before I had found myself outside a non-descript, all-white building moments from the bustling Playa d’en Bossa in Ibiza wondering whether I’d taken a wrong-turn.
And ushered through an unmarked door into a tiny ante-room full of crates and a random nitrogen tank, I wonder what on earth is going on.
After all, this is the new much-hyped new restaurant in the island’s new Hard Rock Hotel by two-starred chef Paco Roncero – dubbed a Spanish version of Heston Blumenthal and one of the world’s greatest culinary talents.
My hardy fellow diners are equally baffled. I swear one even yelps as a foot is stood on in the darkness.
But after I duly press the white button and the goods lift starts noisily shuddering into life – so too does the restaurant.
The temperature suddenly drops. It feels like we are descending deep into the ground with the earth rushing past us.
It is so realistic that it’s only a few minutes later when I realise the whole descent has been a carefully-staged illusion comprised of video footage.
A waitress – dressed for reasons I can’t quite fathom as an air hostess – greets us to escort the group into what I assume is the dining room.
She oddly doesn’t talk. Nor do we. In fact, it all so eery, it feels like I’m being indoctrinated into some weird cult.
Through the bleakness stands a 12-seater table with our names lit up on the surface in lights instructing us where to sit.
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