I’ve said it many times: I have no problem spending big money on meals out. I’ve paid more than £282 of my own dosh for lunch. It just needs to be utterly memorable, the stuff of recollections whispered breathily late at night. It can’t be a pallid fart of mediocrity, priced for some dodgy clientele that’s ripped off the gross national product of a small impoverished nation and is now domiciled in London for tax reasons. That’s what your money gets you at Quattro Passi: clumsy cooking, trying to make itself look grown up and clever, generally by the application of flaky precious metals, like King Midas has suffered psoriasis over your dinner. Yes, really. We’ll get there.
Friday, January 2, 2015
HATERS GONNA HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE: Eater.com presents the 15 most scathing restaurant reviews of 2014. Here's one from one-time ALOTT5MA Fave (yes, we still have that title) Jay Rayner:
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All I have to do is read that to get the song stuck in my head again. Thanks so very much.
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