There is a scene in Pretty Woman that has never lost its romance: the private jet, the opera, San Francisco for the evening, and back before the night is over. A gesture so complete, so unhurried, so entirely devoted to a single extraordinary experience, that nothing else needs to happen. That is the spirit in which Alchemist in Copenhagen should be approached.

Fly out on a Saturday afternoon from Farnborough, Luton or London City on a light charter jet — the flight is under two hours and the aircraft will be waiting, unhurried, entirely yours. By early evening you are in a taxi crossing the old harbour of Refshaleøen, heading towards an unmarked building with a single imposing black door. Behind it: arguably the most extraordinary dining experience on the planet.