So where has all the real food gone? It is still out there, but is now well hidden under sauces and spices and the notion that fine-dining need be synonymous with scientific wonderment on your plate. For my money, I want exceptional food that tastes like food. Things that my body recognizes for what they are, and knows how to digest!
This month, London's Caprice restaurant is celebrating its thirtieth birthday. Actually, it's not thirty years old at all - it's sixty. The Caprice opened in the late 40s and became an instant hit with the post-war film and theatre set. In the 1950s, I was taken there for lunch by my father. He was a documentary film director and amongst the other directors in the same company was Lindsay Anderson. Despite being passionately left-wing, they both liked a good lunch.