While I’d love to rave about a French Laundry binge or a fat wedge of Ms. Child’s Pâté de Canard en Croûte, something so far out of the ordinary that it stunned me and presented me my calling on a platter, it wouldn’t be true. Exacting perfection has never swayed me much...
Hear, hear. Beautifully said. And I couldn't agree more.
ReplyDeleteOh, "queer" offal? No! Bloody calf's liver & stuffed lamb's hearts are simply staples!
ReplyDeleteKidneys for breakfast! Wild ramps eaten with the dirt still on them... yes.
Long live Fergus Henderson (and Woodward's)
Yet Alinea is fine too, and I am well...
Clive.