I have just been out to dinner in a very well regarded and expensive restaurant.
Hearts sank when the first course arrived and it was mainly, well, foam. Delicious but totally unsubstantial and a great way of floating £20 notes off into the ether.
The dinner continued. A single scallop. More foam.
Tiny slivers of pork with pea shoots. More foam.
The comment from my dinner colleague was that if it hadn’t have been for the cheese course – the only part of the meal with any substance – he would have been forced to stop off at a MacDonalds afterwards, a couple of hundred pounds lighter, but still hungry.
That is the first time that I have ever eaten out and felt the cost vs. the food ratio was just sadly obscene. Despite the artistry there was no justification for this in food value.
Total foam madness.