Very much in the spirit of Brillat-Savarin, tonight’s meal demonstrated that the limits of pleasure are yet to be defined or reached. My first visit to the Fat Duck will forever be etched in my brain with a soldering iron. I’m going to their boozer tomorrow, so I have a few more hours to work out how to convey the brilliance of that meal. I’m given to crazy, hedonistic pleasures, but I wonder how frequently I could have meals that good without my mind melting. This, dare I say it, was a much higher shelf in terms of food porn than l’Arnsbourg.
A review will follow soon.
How can I possibly describe the meal I’ve just had?
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Davy Strange
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