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So, how literally would each dish interpret the former Ms Fierce? We wetted our palates with this cheeky appetiser, based on Beyoncé’s cunnilingually obsessed new track “Blow” (you can probably guess what pink is the flavor of). By assigning this name to a dish comprised of raw seafood (scallop, monkfish) and rosy produce (grapefruit, beet and radish), we get the picture. It was sensual, salty and definitely pink.
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The common Brussels sprout was elevated to diva-worthy heights through a flurry of chiffonaded mint leaves and a sneaky drizzle of honey – perhaps alluding to the “stick-up” refrained in the 2009 track that it derived its name from. Could the “mint” be a nod to the fan of Benjis that she flashes in the video? Clearly, no stone went unturned.JAY-ZITI
It was time to get a taste of the Carter angle. Logically, this dish integrated a lot of cheddar, something that we all know that Jay possesses in unfathomable quantity. If the intent was to evoke a sense of richness, they succeeded in spades. Heaps of cheese, smoky bacon vinaigrette and creamy sweet potato – and could the sage pistu be signifying his wisdom in the rap game?HALO
This dish was a slam dunk. It even looked like the “Halo” video with its pale, golden tones of angel hair pasta, crisp angel food cake crumbs (which thankfully weren’t sickeningly sugary) and a flutter of black truffle accents that visually mirrored her dancing around practicing ballet or whatever in that leotard-and-tights outfit. It was delicate, filling, addictive, slightly sweet… and more than a little bit cheesy. Spot-on.I AM PASTA FIERCE
Remember Sasha Fierce, B's alter ego that encompassed her "fun, more sensual, more aggressive, more outspoken and … glamorous side"? Here comes I Am Pasta Fierce, the culinary embodiment. It was Sasha who gave us "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)", so it seemed only fitting that this dish wore a splash of gold leaf. The jalapeño and puttanesca showed a side of B that was louder, spicier and not afraid of being domineering.
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It would have been wrong not to try a dish eponymous to her hugely popular single du jour, especially after watching her tantalisingly flay her inner thighs at the Grammys. (Also, I gravitate towards anything marinated in alcohol.) From the supple Negroni-marinated beef short ribs, we conjured the boozy tenderness of her beach romp with Jay; from the accompanying beef heart salad, the beat of their love.

Like Jay-Z’s bombastic, corporate-bloated album, the Magna Cardamom cake was very sizeable in both dimension and flavour. Soaked in “hot butter Navy strength rum”, it was surprisingly pungent, to the point where I felt like it was almost a cocktail in and of itself, but the coolness of a generous smear of black pepper mascarpone brought it back down to earth. Although it was aggressive, I was surprised to find that eating it made me forgive Jay for mining all of that customer data for his promotion of Magna Carta Holy Grail.TURN THAT CHERRY OUT
Although we were very tempted by the I Don’t Think You’re Ready for This Jelly Doughnut and the cleverly blood orange-laced Solange à Trois, something about the unbridled decadence of this dessert in particular called to us. As another nod to “Blow”, a cake of “turned-out” (wink, wink) Luxardo cherries rested on a smooth, luscious palette of chocolate panna cotta; espresso ganache injected it with a disciplined, frenetic energy. Beyoncé has implicated in interviews that she lost her virginity to Jay-Z; this synthesis of both innocent and dark sweets witnesses her transformation from a naîve Texan hopeful whose mother made all of her stage outfits into the full-grown sexual goddess that we recognise her as today.Was it romantic? Oddly, yes. Despite the hordes of drunken, presumably single ladies who were dancing on furniture and belting out “Survivor” to the maximum abilities of their lung capacities, there was something unified and passionate about the affair. Plus, as one of the umpteen tables still lingering well past 3AM, we somehow found ourselves in possession of matching his-and-hers Beyoncé underwear.Brucie, you’ve made Beyoncélievers out of all of us. It was truly a feast fit for a king and queen B.Follow Hilary on Twitter: @jaggedlittlehil
