Monthly Archives: July, 2010
Protest too much.
If I happen to find a piece of crisp, unctuous, melting, seared foie gras in my gob then I am as happy as a little milk-fed lamb. Gambolling around on the Sussex Downs with the sun on his prepubescent wooly back. Without any prior knowledge of the minty-vinegary-ness of his soon to be demise. Which [...]
Michelin Man
Textures of carrot.
Good grief.
Where do you start with ‘textures of carrot’? Three textures of carrot for table seven!’…. ‘YES CHEF!’….
‘Pffffft - piss off Chef! That’s MENTAL!’
Next week….. a veneer of fennel! anatomy of owl!
When did chefs start describing food thus? It’s a bit too clever isn’t it? It just turns me off. I’ve blogged before about how the [...]
Under Contract
A little bit of sick popped into my mouth this morning. It’s a long held Pavlovian reaction to hearing mention or reading the name of a certain ‘catering’ company for whom I used to work. It was mentioned thus, in this morning’s restaurant review in The Metro, that a certain angry and autumnal London chef is now in their employ. [...]