Note: this post was composed in December 2010, a full four-and-a-half years after my dinner at El Bulli. Somehow I never got around to writing about this evening, but it definitely deserves its own post...even though the dinner pre-dates me setting up the blog.
El Bulli certainly needs no introduction. Back in 2005 when I came up with the idea of going there, it was the single hardest table to book, and I conservatively estimated that the 9,000 covers they do each year means the chance of getting a seat was about 0.2%. Things have surely gotten worse since then.
In the fall of 2005 I had asked my concierge service to get me a table. I didn't have high hopes of actually getting a table, never mind getting one on my birthday. In order to maximize my chances, I asked for a table of 6 instead of 8 as I originally wanted, given that the restaurant only seats 50. I was therefore elated when I received confirmation in December 2005, notifying me that I would be spending my birthday at El Bulli the following year.