At Theo Randall’s mothership, his fish stew was always a point of marvel. All sea life existed. Below it’s a shadow of the initial meal, as cast by underpowered light. The liquor has the deepness of flavour that originates from slow-cooking after that blitzing fennel, carrots and also onions, but the seafood component is meagre: 2 prawns, one white-fish fillet, a bucket of bargain-basement mussels. The thick crouton near the bottom really feels much less like a vehicle for sauce than a means of bulking points up.
As the keys are removed, we keep in mind that we really did not get the zucchini fritti we got. Barely shocking; the waitress demanded taking our order without a note pad (see gripes and whines, passim). If you can do the memory trick, then penalty. Go notebook-free forever. But please always remember to bring us whatever we requested for.
We buy an Amalfi lemon sharp, for which Randall has long been well known, and a chocolate and also raspberry cake. We hardly begin, not to mention complete them. The steward asks how they are. I state: “Not your finest hr.” He says: “A bit completely dry, yes?” Yes, undoubtedly, the delicious chocolate cake was completely dry. And also if you understood that, why the hell did you serve it? The implication– that these are yesterday’s cakes making an appearance today– is backed up by the lemon sharp’s pastry. It is soaked as well as moist.