Supper size me...?
Friday, August 27th, 2004 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanIt is always a pleasure hearing the latest exploits of Suzi, the Office BombshellTM.
Last night it appears, she and a couple of friends ventured out to an eaterie in Notting Hill called The Eclipse. In and of itself an unremarkable event except that Suzi is a teetotal vegetarian, so hearing how the other half lives is always a treat for me.
Pride of place on the menu was what Suzi describes only as 'froth.' They were served with bowls of what was apparently the scum you get on top of carrots or potatoes when you are boiling them, and which most people rinse off. Not so in the world of Notting Hill where this delicacy is collected and served with a bread roll. Suzi notes that this takes a very long time to prepare, and I suppose it would. It takes time to render down three portions of vegetables into primeval slime. I know I've done it (more attentive readers will recall my long-abandoned experiments with veggie soup about 18 months ago).
This feast for famine victims was accompanied by a couple of mini tarts, one mushroom, one not, each about the size of a 50p piece (or a US quarter if I remember coin sizes correctly). Whether this was a case of two mini tarts each, or three people hunkered around two tartlets, is not clear. To finish they were served a roasted red pepper wrapped around something.
The overall assessment of this feast? "The pepper was nice."
I find myself wondering whether this story indicates the rebirth of nouvelle cuisine, that farcical fad of the 1980s which became a race to create the most expensive, and decorously dirty plates possible and pretend they were servings of high class food. Even if it is not the rebirth of a fad, there is clearly still a market for this sort of thing (God help us), and probably a gap since Cranks went mainstream and the Hari Krisna brigade stopped hanging out there.
Last night it appears, she and a couple of friends ventured out to an eaterie in Notting Hill called The Eclipse. In and of itself an unremarkable event except that Suzi is a teetotal vegetarian, so hearing how the other half lives is always a treat for me.
Pride of place on the menu was what Suzi describes only as 'froth.' They were served with bowls of what was apparently the scum you get on top of carrots or potatoes when you are boiling them, and which most people rinse off. Not so in the world of Notting Hill where this delicacy is collected and served with a bread roll. Suzi notes that this takes a very long time to prepare, and I suppose it would. It takes time to render down three portions of vegetables into primeval slime. I know I've done it (more attentive readers will recall my long-abandoned experiments with veggie soup about 18 months ago).
This feast for famine victims was accompanied by a couple of mini tarts, one mushroom, one not, each about the size of a 50p piece (or a US quarter if I remember coin sizes correctly). Whether this was a case of two mini tarts each, or three people hunkered around two tartlets, is not clear. To finish they were served a roasted red pepper wrapped around something.
The overall assessment of this feast? "The pepper was nice."
I find myself wondering whether this story indicates the rebirth of nouvelle cuisine, that farcical fad of the 1980s which became a race to create the most expensive, and decorously dirty plates possible and pretend they were servings of high class food. Even if it is not the rebirth of a fad, there is clearly still a market for this sort of thing (God help us), and probably a gap since Cranks went mainstream and the Hari Krisna brigade stopped hanging out there.
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Date: 2004-08-27 03:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-28 02:46 am (UTC)thinking about that dish makes me want to vomit.
Date: 2004-08-27 02:05 pm (UTC)yeah ... i DEFINITELY would rather eat yorkshire pudding than 'froth'.
Re: thinking about that dish makes me want to vomit.
Date: 2004-08-27 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-27 03:17 pm (UTC)(No froth for me please, give me Chutney's indian vegetarian any day. Or Manna in Chalk Farm, that was great.)
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Date: 2004-08-27 03:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-01 08:25 am (UTC)