Eating out and out and out...

By Paul Fulford on Aug 20, 08 06:17 PM

Eating out is one of the great joys of my life, which is why I delight in my role as the Mail's restaurant critic. But even I am beginning to feel a little bit jaded after dining out four times in six days.

One of those meals was at Edmund's, a place I visited purely for the pleasure of eating Andy Waters's food and because I needed to review his new gaff.

But the other three meals out came about because our kitchen is being re-tiled and is out of bounds. So not so much a night on the tiles as a night off the tiles.

Each of these meals has been delicious and have been eatenn at restaurants that are among my favourites. There was also the pleasure of knowing that I would not have to write about the food.

But sometimes even a restaurant critic craves plain food while slumped inelegantly in the comfort of his own home.

Tomorrow that might well be possible and I'm already dreaming of chips, fried egg and peas. Plus, of course, white bread to make chip butties and a steaming mug of tea.

Never before have my dining habits been determined by a tiler.