I just came across this photograph I took of the kitchen at El Bulli right before service when I had the privilege of visiting the restaurant in. . . 2007, perhaps? We had the usual long-long-ever-so-long meal (at one point, after course #27, my notebook says: “Please, can I go home now?”) but it was memorable and never to be repeated.
A historic moment. I also happen to think, immodestly, that this is a beautifully composed photograph–almost classic in the intersection of diagonals, which could be a metaphor for the restaurant itself.