Heston v the Rest
If the success of a television programme can be measured by how often you want to throw your shoe at the screen then I guess Big Chef Takes On Little Chef scores very highly indeed.
The concept is wacky: Heston Blumenthal, one of the world's greatest culinary talents and pioneer of dishes such as snail porridge, has been drafted in to try to revive the fortunes of the Little Chef chain.
Trouble is, Little Chef's boss doesn't seem to have a clue about the cost or effort involved in producing the sort of food for which HB is famous.
And his customers are - if possible - even more ignorant and dense, providing living proof of Henry Ford's observation that no-one ever lost money under-estimating the tastes of the public.
Though he's no doubt earning a fortune from the series, I've got every sympathy for the bald, bespectacled pan-rattler.
I'm hooked to the show.
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You cant beat a good english breakfast. At least her didnt detract too far away from the 'famous' olympic. Snail porridge just sounds rank to me!
Have to say that I'd choose snail porridge over watery bacon, battery hen eggs, cereal-filled sausages and over-sweet, over-salted baked beans any day.
But a full English breakfast made with quality ingredients is a different matter.
Becketts farm do a cracking Breakfast. It is all local farm produce too (apparently).
That's only a 15 minute drive from my house. I'll give it a try. Thanks for the recommendation, Steve.
No problem. Thanks for your entertaining blogs :)
Another strong contender for best cooked breakfast in the city is the Angels Cafe in the Jewellery Quarter in Hockley.
Why do so few places offer kippers fr breakfast, though? Kippers and a poached egg....heaven.
As I recall, The Cross in Moseley serves a version of eggs benedict with a nice piece of smoked haddock substituting for the ham - that's pretty close to your kippers and poached eggs. I've had it and can recommend it.
And it's en route from my house to Corals so it's an ideal place to stop off for a bite to eat before losing all my money on some three-legged carthouse in the 3.55 at Southwell.