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Monday, 30 November 2009

Tsunami of umami/breast is best

Visitors book

Phoebe feeding...is there anything more beautiful than a mother feeding her baby?

Phoebe's milk, Lorna's milk

Breast milk boobsicles

Stuffing mackerel



Dashi

Yuzu marinated sea bass

Gold and silver leaf in the sake


Eleanor Seabird and Gaz Twist played




Confit




That liquorice foam looks a bit dodgy doesn't it?




Do we? Don't we? Oh what the hell...

What is umami? It's the fifth taste after salt, bitter, sweet and sour, discovered in 1908 by Japanese scientist Kikunae Ikeda, who was trying to define the taste of 'dashi', a typically Japanese broth. Chemically, umami is a L-glutamate, which is why MSG (Monosodiumglutamate) makes food so moreish. Umami is a Japanese word (onomatopoeic in that it sounds like 'yummy' )and the nearest translation is probably 'savouriness'.
I realised earlier this year that almost all the food I like is umami: Marmite (naturellement), cheese, tomatoes, anchovies, seaweed, mushrooms, umeboshi plums, soy sauce, seafood, pickles, in fact anything fermented... meat is probably the only umami ingredient I don't like.
Umami also satiates and produces serotonin; in other words it makes us feel full and happy when we eat. In my research I found it particularly interesting that human breast milk is very high in umami, much higher than cow's milk or formula. I'm not a scientist but this leads me to believe that umami is somehow necessary for human development. Clearly breast milk had to go on the menu, but who would donate?
I registered for mumsnet and put up an ad. It was taken down within seconds. I asked around for months. One lady agreed but her boyfriend objected. Finally a saviour: Petra Chocstar's cousins, Lorna and Phoebe, had recently given birth and even better, were willing to donate!
It's a controversial ingredient. Most people's reactions both in real life and on Twitter, ranged from 'ew' to 'no to breast milk. It feels quite wrong to me... cannibalistic even..' to the extreme 'I'm going to open an underground restaurant and serve a cum sandwich.See how you like that' and even further 'I don't care if it cures cancer and promotes world peace! It's effing BREAST MILK!! That's disgusting!'. (Thank you Chris Pople).
While it's perfectly acceptable to exploit the milk meant for calves, in the process separating mother and child, apparently it sparks outrage when donated by an animal that can give consent, the human female. The aversion might be centred around that it reminds us that we are, in fact, animals. When I was breastfeeding, especially having to 'express' milk from a pumping machine, I did feel like a cow. It brought home to me that society's sexualisation of breasts meant that we'd forgotten the basic function of them...to feed our young.
Vegans are very pro-breast milk: PETA, the animal rights activists suggested that Ben & Jerry's icecream use human milk rather than cow. Not so weird actually, for there is an icecream company that does precisely that. Breast milk recipes can be found at this link, the aptly named site Land of Milk and Honey.
On Twitter I discovered up and coming culinary star Signe Skaimsgard Johansen (@scandilicious). She too is an umami buff and agreed to help me devise and cook a menu for a special Underground Umami night. Signe was a stagière at The Fat Duck lab, has trained in Japan and at Leith's cookery school. An academic, specialising in fermented foods such as bread and cheese, Signe has contributed recipes to The Bumper book of Marmite, The Ultimate Student cookbook (soon to be reviewed) and will be teaching at the newly set up School of Artisan Food in Nottinghamshire.
Wakana of Akashi Tai came to help out with front of house plus provide free sake tastings for my guests. In the kitchen Wakana suggested a private tasting with some aged sake (2002) which matched impressively with the cheese board. Sake is not in itself umami but, paired with certain flavours you achieve 'umami convergence' a food boffin's term for bloody delicious.
Signe and I decided to add gold and silver flakes (courtesy of @spoon hq) from Laura Santini's Easy Tasty Magic clever food range to add sparkle to the sake. We also used her Taste No5 Umami paste (and funnily enough I was wearing Chanel No5) to up the umami quotient in the mackerel stuffing.

The menu:

Complimentary Kir royale

A shot of dashi, a shot of Akashi Tai sake flecked with gold and silver, a taster of yuzu, white miso, umeboshi plum, kaffir lime and ponzu marinated sea bass with pickled ginger

Parmesan custard with wild mushrooms on sourdough toast

Roasted mackerel stuffed with sun-blushed tomatoes, Laura Santini's Taste No5 umami paste, parsley and thyme served with a confit of fennel, celeriac, lemon and capers

Cheese plate from Neal's Yard: Colston Basset stilton, Stawley goat cheese and Gorwydd caerphilly, orange blossom honey, chilli jam from Italy, almonds and oat cakes.

Chocolate fizz pop icecream served in cinnamon and cardamom cones with Marmite butter caramel and liquorice air

Mother's milk

Coffee

Marmarati goodie bags

One of the great things about collaborating with others is you pick up tips. As we prepped and cooked through the day on Saturday, Signe shared both old wives' tales from her Scandinavian background and professional knowledge. After removing the mackerel bones with tweezers, she suggested using cheap vinegar to remove the fish smell from our hands and chopping surfaces.
I prefer to use wooden chopping boards rather than nylon. Wood is a natural disinfectant and heals itself from cuts. Sig told me a trick: especially on wood used for meat, sprinkle a thick layer of salt on the boards, leave overnight and discard the salt in the morning. This thoroughly disinfects the wood and prevents it from buckling from moisture.


Fizz Wiz in the icecream
The standout dish for me was the ceviche style yuzu-marinated seabass, a classic Japanese dish to which I added both fresh Kaffir lime and ordinary lime. This is definitely going on the menu for future dates. I adore ceviche, ate it all the time at street stalls in Peru (where it was paired with sweet potato) and this Japanese take on it hit all the right taste receptors.
As for the breast milk, I decided to keep it simple as I only had enough for a mouthful for each of my guests. I froze it in little breast shaped chocolate moulds with a goji berry representing a nipple. The guests were remarkably open-minded, all but two ate theirs. How did it taste? Subtly sweet...

Thursday, 19 November 2009

Trademarking the underground

Trademarking the underground

Friday I got a letter from lawyers for Transport for London. In 2008 they trademarked the word 'underground'. To trademark something you pay £250 to the Patents office and an extra £50 for each category or section, ranging from cartoons and cassette players to jewellery, from jokebooks, parasols, christmas crackers and magnets to transportation of persons, animals, goods, valuables by air, sea, rail, underground rail ect. London Underground have trademarked everything in sight, including Section 43 which covers cafe, bar, restaurant, catering services. As far as I know they don't use the catering category. If they fail to use it within five years I can make an application.
The letter spelled out that their client was anxious that my use of the words 'The Underground Restaurant'
"is likely to be held to infringe the rights afforded by our client's registration"It goes on to say "According to our internet research, you are using the mark The Underground Restaurant in relation to a restaurant operated from your home. Whilst it is appreciated that you are using the word 'underground' to convey a sense of secrecy, rather than the London Underground rail system, nevertheless our client is concerned that confusion could arise. ...Client is also concerned that your use of The Underground Restaurant trade mark could be detrimental to our client's brand. Clearly our client does not want such associations with its brand."
Twitter responded, firstly in amazement (especially coming so soon after the Harry Notter debacle) and secondly with scorn and amusement.
twitawitch @MsMarmitelover That's ridiculous. They going to sue Mike Batt for saying the word Undergound in the Wombles song too?
EssexEating @MsMarmitelover thats kind of thin....... How can they have a claim on the word 'underground'?
montimer @msmarmitelover you're kidding
joannasb @MsMarmitelover Really? Do they have a trademark on the word "underground"
jerrybarnett @MsMarmitelover No way... they can't enforce the use of a generic word... I'm pretty sure but not a lawyer
rhodri @MsMarmitelover That's ludicrous. You could rename it with a small "u" for underground, perhaps. They can't stop that, surely.
chrispople @MsMarmitelover @londoneating @oliverthring Do they also have a claim on the word 'London'? Idiots
WHampstead @MsMarmitelover surely they don't have a leg to stand on there? You can't trademark common words, and you're not using their logo.
paulscooking@MsMarmitelover Please do not use the word Oyster on your menu's neither :) joking aside that's terrible
chrispople @MsMarmitelover You should reply that as your restaurant is friendly, value for money and comfortable the similarities are minimal
aforkful@MsMarmitelover that's ridiculous. Have they registered 'The Underground' as a trade mark? Can there be any poss confusion betw u? Unlikely
jerrybarnett@MsMarmitelover I'm thinking of suing you for using my middle name - Lover
handlewithcare @MsMarmitelover Ask them if you serve very late, strike for days for no reason,and charge extortionate amounts, if they'll endorse you?
MaisonCupcake @MsMarmitelover That's crazy. We have Oasis the shop, the band, the drink co-existing. What's the difference?
indiaknight@MsMarmitelover Mad. Make a big fuss.
londoneating@MsMarmitelover - Wonder if they have problems with the Underground Cookery School or LSE's Underground bar? Ridiculous.
essexgourmet@MsMarmitelover Jeez - read that wrong. Have a word with Oli from London Underground Comics : http://londonundergroundcom...
(I did and he hadn't had any problem with them...)
LadybirdFi@MsMarmitelover You should write a book about all of this : What you didn't know about Harry Potter's food.
dasilvajums@MsMarmitelover did they complain at Jamiroquai with his Deeper Underground?? what piffle
al_robertson@MsMarmitelover Hmm, seems mischievous to me; surely there's no risk of passing off / confusion?
mcbazza@MsMarmitelover if Apple/Apple Corps can co-exist, can't you+LU? Obviously, you'd have to agree to not run (2nd rate) mass transit network.
dasilvajums@MsMarmitelover you could point out you work weekends which the Underground most definitely does not. See, no similarity at all.
MaisonCupcake@MsMarmitelover they could object to using a variation of their "roundel", but no claim on "underground" in sense of secret or nonmainstream agaqueen@MsMarmitelover dig in and think of the Underground Resistance Fighters..........
agaqueen@MsMarmitelover Henry's just suggested that London Underground sues You Tube for hijacking "tube".........!!
MsMarmitelover @damnyoudex What would Joan Collins do in this situation?!
damnyoudex@MsMarmitelover she would sit back with a glass of champagne& laugh at them. 'Fools!' she would shout.' whilst dex massages her feet'.
KaveyF@MsMarmitelover They're just trying it on! Given that Underground is commonly used to mean hidden/ secret, it's a push for them to claim it!
sosusie: I do not get how London Underground can force the change of name of @msmarmitelover's The Underground Restaurant??? It's RIDICULOUS. aargh.
Ppparkaboy@MsMarmitelover what? For real? What confusion? Do you have an LU logo outside, barriers at the door and a long escalator to the tables?
HubUK RT @MsMarmitelover: It's getting to the point that I'm terrified to open the post.>>>> Are you sure MI5 aren't on your case? Hard to believe we_are_stardust@MsMarmitelover The only person any confusion could be detrimental to is you. I think everyone knows that!!
HubUK@MsMarmitelover They surely can't restrict the use of the word underground. Contact Boris - sure he would put pompous jobs worths in place
SimonMagusRT @MsMarmitelover: got a letter from London Undergrounds solicitors.'...http://bit.ly/2YywXr <- you're not a brand you're a fucking railway SirTerence@MsMarmitelover We'd better let them know about these people too... http://bit.ly/3KzXKc
SirTerence@MsMarmitelover and these... http://bit.ly/36Ff5v (it's all madness and they don't have an underground shoe to stand on)
Lotteduncan@MsMarmitelover No confusion as far as I can see. People have great time at yours and are miserable as hell on the London Underground!
TrishDeseine@MsMarmitelover Unbelievable. How dare they lay their petty blinkered claim to an adjective.
scandilicious@MsMarmitelover the tube is trying to shut you down? Seriously, do they have sole rights over the word "Underground"? Absurd.
SimonMagus Copyright, patents and bloody lawyers...http://bit.ly/3eioOO (for @msmarmitelover)
jamescousins:Norman Collier is suing LU over Colliers Wood too RT @MsMarmitelover Got letter from LU lawyers 'confusion could arise' http://bit.ly/2YywXr
moorjoy@MsMarmitelover maybe point out that the brand more likely to be adversely affected is yours?
DJStoney@MsMarmitelover Get Paul Weller to rename and rewrite The Jam hit 'Going Underground', it's clearly breaking trademark law
AJ_Scroxton RT @LDN & various, TFL lawyers after @MsMarmiteLover for daring to use word 'underground' > I for one often confuse meals with tube trains.
WHampstead It's the Wombles I'm worried about. They go Underground AND Overground! (@MsMarmitelover)
Red_Eyes@MsMarmitelover Tell them to get over it and/or sod off! They are trying it on. Or, rename to: "I can't believe it's not The Underground!"
mrjfirth@msmarmitelover You could go with "Subway"...
misswhiplash @MsMarmitelover It's not like you're opening up a rival subterranean tram system....
(Well funny she should say that...)
ZebuSimonRose@MsMarmiteLover When Harrods sued a Mr. Harrod in New Zealand, whole town changed name to Harrodsville. Need something to shame them to stop
ZebuSimonRose@MsMarmitelover told by London Underground to change name of Underground Restaurant. Let's sing this ditty in support http://bit.ly/AlfGx


And finally....originalfoots@MsMarmitelover The cheek of people thinking that they can hold the rights to ordinary words! Underground belongs to us, it's our word 9:54 PM Nov 19th

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

November: Ten Green Bottles and The Conversational

Michelle washing up, Clare the photographer roped in to help...

Guru in the shed

Tarte tatin


On Friday night Sam and Simon of TenGreenBottles, a small bespoke wine company based in Brighton provided my guests with matched wines. These guys are passionate about Italian wine having spent many years living and quaffing there. These were the wines:

Aperitif - Domaine de la Paleine - Cremant de Loire (NV) (Sparkling) Like cream soda for adults. Soft, buttery, drinkable.

Starter -
Cantina del Taburno - Falanghina 2008 (White) Apart from the fact that the bottles were so tall I couldn't fit them in my fridge (do Italians have particularly deep fridges?), I loved this wine but can't remember why.

Main - San Giusto a
Rentenanno - Chianti Classico 2007 (Red) This is from a very small estate, so a little on the pricey side, but it's proper stuff, not mixed from lots of different grapes. Earthy, heavy, tannin (I like!), tons of bollocks, ballsy enough to compete with rich mushroomy lasagne.


I am sometimes frustrated by the fact I have such interesting guests who I never get a chance to speak to...
My favourite was Captain H who wore a monocle and is in the Territorial Army.
"I'm a Tory and a hunter" he told me "we have nothing in common. Usually I only ever eat meat but I very much enjoyed the mushroom lasagne"
He graciously announced to one waitress that, despite the difference in class, he would consider mating with her. The word 'spanking' was used quite frequently.
Towards the end of the evening, I was standing in the hall with some departing guests when Captain H emerged out of the WC, flung open the door, the toilet seat up, steam rising, stood back and announced
"I think you will all know a gentleman has performed his ablutions here".
He enjoyed the wines and tried to start a mass singalong of 'Ten green bottles' but I was the only one to join in!
His friend Andrew of the Marines had served in Afghanistan. We talked about the situation there and the recent hoohah about Gordon Brown's letter to a grieving mother. He said that the mother was wrong, helicopters are now a priority.
It seems the Afghan war is unwinnable but Andrew feels that the British are doing the right thing by being there. However, it's ironic that on duty he found British memorabilia, a wallet, from the 2nd Aghanistan war which we also lost.
The army get very upset when local kids are killed. He recounted an incident in which a helicopter was sent to save the lives of two young village girls maimed in an attack. The army are not supposed to use their equipment to save the locals but they do.
The next day Andrew was going to march in the Lord Mayor's Parade. I'm hoping to be invited to a mess dinner, with all the extraordinary toasts they use in the navy, fantastic preparation for the Patrick O'Brian themed meal I'm making next February.

Menu:
Focaccia Bread shots
Pumpkin soup with greek yoghurt and tamari roasted pumpkin seeds
Wild mushroom lasagne with basil and cream
Rocket & watercress salad with soft herbs (tarragon, parsley, coriander)
Tarte Tatin and homemade Salted Caramel and Vanilla icecream (the second night with caramelised pecan nuts)
Coffee and After Eights


The secret of a good lasagne is not to use too much pasta...so it's not too stodgy. I included porcini from Italy, chestnut and field mushrooms for the filling.
The icecream was one of the best I've ever made, much improved texturally by the icecream attachment for my Kitchenaid mixer.
After Eights provided chocolates for the guests. I loved After Eights as a kid, slipping downstairs early in the morning to see if my parent's dinner party guests had left any in the envelopes.
As for the lady guests, some wore beautiful dresses but I forgot to photograph them.
One lady closely questioned me on the subject of taxes, alcohol, food hygiene and fire exits. I'm not sure why people do this. I expect they can't think of anything else to say but it makes me quite tense especially when I'm tired at the end. I start to wonder who they are, and what they are going to do to me. It turns out she's a fire inspector and her friend was a police woman. She said that I'm ok because it's ground floor and any smokers will smoke outside in the garden. However other supperclubs who allow smoking in upstairs flats need to be careful.
As she left I said laughingly
"lovely to have you here...what is your name so I can make sure you don't come again!"
It turns out her comments were prescient because my freeholder, with whom I have been in dispute for years due to lack of management, maintenance and accounts for the building, called the Environmental Health Officer and the Licensing officers on me. They came to visit on Tuesday (hence the tardiness of this blog posting). I passed the Environmental health inspection and became clearer on licensing objectives which I will pass to other supperclubs; free drink and people's own can be consumed, wine tastings are fine but money cannot change hands for alcohol.
Xanthe Edmunds, who is the daughter of famed Soho restaurateur Andrew Edmunds came, wearing a beautifully cut jacket from Toast.
We talked about restaurant customers. One customer found a slug in her salad and complained to Andrew Edmunds as he walked past. Her dad picked up the slug from the lettuce, slung it in his mouth and announced
"well at least you know it's fresh"
to the astonishment of the customer.
The tasting with Tengreenbottles was a triumph and we hope to do more. Sam said to me :
"I'm glad to meet someone else who swears as much as I do."


Saturday night, Michelle Newell of The Conversational hosted as well as waitressed. She'd helped the Friday night and all day Saturday too. She observed:
" I had no idea it was so much work. When I've been here as a customer, well, the food just comes out. You don't know what happens in the kitchen."
Michelle is the most stylish and neatest women I know. She even folds up J-cloths. She actually does what my mum says I should do: she moisturises her elbows.
She made beautiful menus both for the food and the conversation which was made into a graph: 'Emotional Bingo'. What emotions does food provoke in you? This sparked off all kinds of conversations between guests, leading to a gastronomically and philosophically rich evening.
Continuing the 'expert in the shed' series, we had journalist and film maker Calum Walker, a Scottish guru who can answer absolutely any question. He has a wonderfully calm and laid back demeanor, great at the emotional stuff, a good listener while making the odd judicious point. There was a slow trickle down to the shed all evening. One person spent an hour and a half in there, another declared that they had three lovers and what should they do?
A girl who works for Ed Milliband, Secretary of State for Energy and Climate Change was a guest. She said she might bring him, which would be very exciting. I'd like to speak to someone in government about supperclubs.


I still struggle with portion control...getting each plate to look the same. Getting 25-30 covers out as quick as poss is hard especially when you are cooking in big pans on an Aga. I don't have much time to plate up. I'm trying to get everybody served before it goes cold, although warming plates in the simmering oven helps. Sometimes I cut it up the portions wrongly, then it looks a bit messy.
It's also difficult to work out how many guests to let in. There is always a couple of no shows. But you don't want to overbook in case everyone turns up..


More pictures to come when I've made room on my hard drive....



Tuesday, 10 November 2009

How to complain...

I was recently treated to a meal at a very posh restaurant with my favourite restaurant reviewer... One of the dishes wasn't very nice. Actually, the combination of flavours meant that it was inedible.
"Did Madam like her food?" asked the waiter, clearing away my uneaten dish.
"No Madam didn't" I said.
They still billed for it though.
The reviewer in question doesn't complain, she can't really, it would ruin her anonymity, a precious thing if you are doing a fair review. If you are instantly recognisable as a restaurant critic, you are evidently going to be treated better than the general public; your review therefore has less authority.
I see things from both sides of the fence; I sometimes review restaurants and I also run a restaurant of sorts. So I always give feedback. How are they going to improve if they don't know you don't like it? I once reviewed a restaurant whose entire 'special' menu was misconceived...I found myself explaining how they could improve it rather than going home, sharpening my mouse and ripping them apart. As I said, I'm split between two worlds.
But how do you complain in a home restaurant? There you are, in somebody's home, surrounded by their personal possessions, meeting their family/partners/kids and although you are paying for the food, it seems impolite to complain. Do you raise objections about the food when you go to a dinner party at your friend's house? Unlikely.
The food critic A.A. Gill once did just that; he describes in 'Table Talk' how he sent back a dish at a dinner party:
"I said that I didn't think I could eat the stew. There was a silence you could have spread on toast....
Then the hostess said: "It is a bit disgusting isn't it? I've got some eggs..."
He said he hasn't been invited to a dinner party since.
But a home restaurant is different: to begin with people wouldn’t start a supperclub if they thought they couldn’t cook. Yet people who can’t cook frequently host dinner parties. But, at a supperclub, you are paying...
I'd prefer it if people told me to my face, politely if possible, or sent me an email giving feedback. If it's really bad, they can ask for a refund (not all at once please!)
But as a guest you must be fair and take everything into account: the fact that it's a fixed menu, that you are generally getting a good deal for your money and that, whereas one dish may be disappointing or not to your taste, the rest of it may well be delicious or at least adequate. You are also not only paying for the food, you are paying for the event, the theme (if there is one), the entertainment (if provided), the opportunity to socialise and to share intimately, if only for an evening, someone's home and life.
It dismays me is when dissatisfied guests, rather than giving you feedback, just post anonymously on the Internet about how much they disliked you, your home and your food.
Is it British to be afraid to confront and complain constructively? Or is the thrill of putting you in your place in public more exciting than any fair attempt at improving what you do?
Chatting to another home restaurant hostess recently, a very good one in my opinion, she told me about a guest, who blogged that their enjoyment was spoiled because of the stress exhibited by the hosts and the 'skanky' bathroom.
This judgement was based on one evening when there was a problem with their grill and hence delays in the food. Of course, having come across this review, the supper club hostess was very upset ...
In the middle of hosting the first Harry Notter night, I got the news via Google alert that a 'friend' (not anymore mate) had posted a vicious piece on me. I felt like I'd been punched in the solar plexus and found it a struggle to continue with the evening. I'm now very careful about reading reviews.
Another guest wrote months later on a site how much he hated my restaurant and my cooking, describing the 12 tapas courses and cocktail for £25 as a rip-off. On the actual evening, he said nothing. Nada. Not a peep. Not even an email afterwards. Dismayed, I wrote to him, apologising for any shortcomings and offering his money back. He used this as another opportunity to have a pop at me.
You can't please all of the people all of the time...
I guess we will all have to develop a thicker skin.
But, just like me, many supper club hosts are new to this, the relentless pressure that any of your guests could be a blogger and that you are being judged.
There are times, due to fatigue or stress, when I snap at guests, for instance, last week ... I normally make an announcement 'feel free to come into the kitchen after the main course' (1) but I didn't have time.
Invited in by my parents (who were unaware of this rule) a girl came into the kitchen and tried to chat to me. I'd had two hours sleep and my brain, still having to coordinate several dishes, just couldn't cope with any more activity. (Cooking, never considered intellectual, uses an enormous amount of brain power as well as physical energy). In the end I just said
'I'm sorry, I'm just too busy'.
She probably felt rudely rebuffed and for that I apologise. But while I love the idea of blurring the  boundary between kitchen and dining room, would you expect to chat to the head chef in the middle of service in a normal restaurant? You'd get short shrift if you attempted that...

It also seems unfair to judge a home restaurant or any restaurant on just one visit. My esteemed colleague, food blogger Bellaphon, only reviews after two visits, especially if the first was not so good.

I'm all for openness and democracy; in the kitchen and on the Internet. It's in equal measures wonderful that everybody is writing about their lives and what they are eating and also terrible. People now have carte blanche to exorcise every bit of stifled anger and resentment, exhibit their prejudices and grievances in public. It is so much easier to be nasty when you are anonymous. People write things on the internet they would never have the courage to say to someone.

So, harking back to what that blogger said about stress...as a diner, do you prefer to feel like everything is coming out smoothly? Or do you want to know about how it is behind the scenes? Is the feeling of knife edge riskiness part of the appeal of an underground restaurant? Or a hindrance to your enjoyment?
And supperclub hosts, how will you feel when one of your guests, on a forum or on a blog post, complains about your voice, your taste in decor, your standards of hygiene or your food?

(1) One of the lessons I have learnt from doing this for almost a year now. Once the main course is out, you can relax, the pace slows down, you can act human again.

Monday, 9 November 2009

The Supperclub fan group

I'm very excited by how many new supperclubs are emerging in the group I created...the Supperclub fan group. We now have 358 members in just a month and there are now more than 40 supperclubs around the country.
New ones to watch include the Joginder supperclub in Tufnell park, cooking by a real Indian amma, Dine at my house in the Scottish Borders (they said 'We aren't doing fried Mars Bars", I replied "Why not? I'd travel for that!"), a fish n chip monthly supper in East London (they get up early to buy the fish, details soon) and from places as far away as Austria and Spain.
I've visited a couple in recent weeks and reviews will be up soon.
Log onto the group if you are starting one or want to know the whereabouts and menus of your local supperclub...
I'm trying to visit as many as possible, budget permitting, to include in my book...

Wednesday, 4 November 2009

Sole food


In a world where people living alone is on the increase, where couples divorce and single parent households soar, one of the best things about supperclubs is the mixed tables. Not all supperclubs do this, some imitate high street restaurants and you book a table...as in 'table for four' or 'table for two'.
But when you think of where you can meet other people, a conventional restaurant with separate tables is not a place that springs to mind. Even if you are in a relationship, let's face it, we've all seen those couples in restaurants looking bored shitless with each other, eating almost in silence.
I relish the freedom that a mixed table gives: the opportunity to meet other people. It's more like the pre-revolutionary (French that is) table d'hote.

So what do single people do if they want to eat out? At a conventional restaurant you have few options; in fact you are more likely to choose a cheap or chain restaurant to feel less awkward. Or you can take a large book and pretend to be engrossed in it while you scoff. This also gives off the message that you don't want to be bothered, useful for single women.
If you do have the courage to go to a good restaurant on your own, all too frequently lone diners are sat at the worst table, seated next to the toilets or serving area. Wait staff often look down their noses snootily at lone diners
"Just one?"
or
"Are you waiting for someone?"
You feel embarrassed enough without unspoken billy-no-mates or 'left on the shelf' subtext.
Then there's the service which will be either very slow, because they've forgotten about you, or ridiculously fast, for they are trying to get rid of you, turn your table, and a table of two is more profitable. However it's also true that time does pass at a slower speed when you are alone.
In a high class restaurant, treating a solitary diner badly is a mistake, after all you could be a Michelin or AA inspector.
If you walk into a restaurant on your own, order one gin and tonic (can your restaurant make a halfway decent simple cocktail?), a glass of orange juice (is it freshly squeezed or from a carton?), something from every course of the menu and drink no wine, chances are, you are an inspector. Try it, you might get better service! (Believe me, I've had it on good authority that if you do these things, the kitchen will be all abuzz...plus many restaurants have laminated photographs on their kitchen walls of all the top restaurant critics so that waiters can recognise them).
I do think it's even harder to dine alone if you are a woman and this article says that women who travel alone on business tend to eat in their room.
The site solodining.com gives two alternatives to eating alone:
  • Eating at the bar. The disadvantage with this is, as a short woman, I loathe sitting on bar stools where your legs dangle child-like in the air. I like to plant my feet firmly on the ground when I eat.
  • Communal tables: some conventional restaurants, notably Wagamama and Ottolenghi offer this
Chef Nuno Mendez told me that one of the elements from his supperclub that he will definitely incorporate into his forthcoming restaurant 'Viajante' is a large communal table.
Holidays are also a minefield if you are single or worse, a single parent. I've always wanted to start up some kind of single parent holiday club but the one's that exist tend to consist of rainy caravans in Britain. Single parent's not only have to pay for their children ('double' parents often get free child places) but also have to pay adult price for their kid.
Once I booked a bed and breakfast via a guidebook. When I reserved by phone I explained that I was coming with my three year old and was that ok? No problem, I was told. On arrival we were put in the tiniest bedroom, you could barely open the door, with a single bed. My child was not allowed in any of the shared rooms such as the sitting room. I left and had a panicky few hours trying to find another place to stay on a holiday weekend in Devon.
I hope that people coming alone to my restaurant will feel welcome...warn me and I will do my best to make sure you have a great time... with the other people on your table.

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Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Harry Notter Nights at The Underground Restaurant



Well I'm sorry Warner Bros., but some of my guests insisted on coming dressed up as Harry Potter characters for my Generic Wizard night at The Underground Restaurant. We had a Golden Snitch, a Dementor, Professor Quirrel, and three girls with signs around their necks: 'Generic Owl', 'Generic Bertie Botts Every Flavour Jelly Beans' and 'Generic Wizard'. We even had Harry Potter himself.
The Menu was adjusted slightly; I dispensed with Cauldron cakes and made Treacle Tart, an old English recipe which features heavily in the books. Here is the final menu:
Butterbeer
Sherbet Lemons and Mint Humbugs
Pumpkin pasties
Pumpkin soup served in pumpkins
Fish pie
Roast Potatoes
Minted Peas
Treacle Tart with cream
Miraculin powder with lime and lemon sorbet
Coffee
Chocolate fizz pop frogs



Recipe for Butterbeer:
500ml Bottle of Hobgoblin ale
Swig of butterscotch Schnapps
an egg yolk
A couple of cloves
5 All Spice
60 g brown sugar
50g of unsalted butter
Heat up.




Courtesy of @m2comms on Twitter I made the Butterscotch Schnapps in the dishwasher. Break up Daim/Dime bars in a bottle of vodka, give it two cycles.


Pumpkins were everywhere...I ordered 65 small ones to eat the soup in and 5 large ones to carve up for the soup. My hand was about to fall off from the pain and I went to sleep still dreaming of cutting up pumpkins.

I scattered a certain eminent wizard's favourite sweets over the tables...

I prepared the 'perpendicular passage' with the help of my friend Bellaphon.


Guests had pumpkin pasties and drank hot butterbeer from a kettle steaming with dry ice.


Larger ladies at the door required a password...


Plating up the soup, garnishing with yoghurt and roasted pumpkin seeds. The sight of 30 pumpkins on tables in the room gave it a cartoon fairy tale feel.


Draco Malfoy


Then they ate the gorgeous fish pie cooked by food writer Catherine Phipps, my little inspiration was to add green pickled peppercorns...


Treacle tarts and cream for afters...





A spontaneous pumpkin carving competition broke out, prize for the best was a Hobgoblin Ale T-shirt.

The amazing @bluedoorbakery cooked these cupcakes for everyone on the first night...a smiley Sorting Hat, Gryffindor cakes and Bertie's Jellybean cakes...


A gorgeous Halloween print on a guest's skirt.


The piece de resistance...a spoonful of Miraculin powder from the Miracle Berry which transforms sour foods into sweet and an unsweetened lime and lemon granita...
Some of the ladies swallowed rather than savoured the Miraculin powder. It works better if you wait a couple of minutes. I asked people to taste the sourness of the granita, melt the Miraculin in their mouth, then taste it again. People were amazed by the transformation. One girl said to me that her wine tasted like sherry.


Bethea Jenner, some say she looks rather like Professor Trelawney from the books (but rather more efficient we hope) was the psychic in the shed.

My mum and dad who helped out on the first night...


Thanks to everyone who helped out especially my parents, my sister, my daughter, Catherine Phipps, Alyssia (for, amongst other things, making my bed on Saturday, probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me), Bellaphon, Blue Door Bakery, Hobgoblin beer, John Houghton at New Covent Garden, Miracle UK, Tony Carey, Angie Ma (for talking me off the ledge on Thursday), Bethea Jenner, Mary Bowman, Caroline Simpson and all my wonderful fun guests...