A couple of hours into my experience at The Fat Duck, I’m brought what looks like bread and butter. “What’s this now?” I ask, a little too eagerly, the wine pairing tickling my edges. “Fish and chips? A reformed mulligatawny soup?” “No, sir,” the waitress says with a patient smile,..
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Sure Peter, fire away.
Please could you let me know if you would be prepared to answer a question I have about your article yesterday in the Travel section
A big thank you for writing this. For so many months now, I haven't had a lot of things to say yes to either and […]