On the list… Plane Food

There can’t be many people who are tempted with a trip to Heathrow’s terminal five, but I am one. Not for the planes you realise – I’m not a fool – but for the food.

Gordon Ramsay is one of the landmark restaurants in the place and promises to offer something a bit different to the usual airport fare – no plastic seats here. The only downside of course is that you have to book a flight with British Airways to eat there.

The Evening Standard did an interesting piece on the restaurant here.

Love Food Hate Waste

I’m intrigued by a new campaign ultimately funded by the government to encourage us to waste less food. Love Food Hate Waste is a fancy new campaign to help us make the most of leftover bits in the kitchen. Nice idea.

A stick in the sand

It might seem odd to start a blog about my favourite London eating places some 40 miles south of Croydon and within striking distance of the English Channel, but if I am to split the great from the mediocre and the mediocre from the awful, I need a benchmark.

My benchmark, no I’ll use the term yardstick, sits nestled behind one of the big beachfront hotels in Brighton, a short walk from the pier. Not quite Mayfair, but then I’m not setting out on a search for the kitchen that will most readily push me towards my credit card limit.

What am I after in my food nirvana? I’m not quite sure, but I suspect the experience finishes with the following: a sense that it doesn’t matter how big the bill is, or what little charges have been added here there and everywhere (“They charge for bread?”)… I don’t care, because it was worth it.

It surprises me to admit, as a meat eater, that my favourite restaurant of the moment is a vegetarian place. Terre a Terre is a spacious restaurant serving delicious meals – no dull stuff here, just plates of food that really display the effort that has gone into bringing out a beautiful mix of tastes. It seems I’m not alone in liking this place (see Brighton-eating, but ignore the whingers). The restaurant itself had a lovely feel to it, homely even. The tables – and this is important – were positioned such that nobody was touching shoulders with anybody else. We had our own little space and the staff made sure they didn’t infringe on that by striking just the right tone – welcoming, helpful, chatty, but not too much.

Basically, it was all there. We didn’t want to leave.

Terre a Terre isn’t cheap – we spent about £70 for two people including pudding and wine – but it was worth it.

Making the comparison isn’t going to be easy, but wherever I go, and whatever I try it’s always going to be at the back of my mind – a yardstick against which all others will be measured.

> The Guardian quite liked it too