Queen’s Grill

Being shown to our table by a lovely lady from Zimbabwe, my dad and I were seated right in the middle of the Queen’s Grill restaurant for our first dinner aboard. Moments later, the sommelier Dragan – “Dragon,” as our waitress teasingly called him – appeared, and we could finally begin the experience I had been most curious about ever since Cunard accepted our shameless upgrade bid a month ago.

For review purposes (and perhaps to the sommelier’s quiet disappointment), my dad and I ended up ordering the same things throughout our three-course dinner. Still, every dish was flawless. The salmon tartare with a glass of Pinot Grigio from Venice was a perfect opener, but the main dish – tandoori lamb –was nothing short of divine. To go with it, we both chose a La Meule Pinot Noir from Languedoc-Roussillon, which I will definitely try to hunt down once back in Sweden. For dessert, we went with cheese and Port, a combination that brought me straight back to my once-in-a-lifetime Singapore Airlines flight on Christmas Eve 2008, somewhere above the red deserts of Australia.