Simply Sunday. The horror of travelling as much as the gal does is to hear that ‘the chef has designed a special menu for you’. No, dear reader, YOU and not the chef needs to be in charge. Let me give you an example. The other night, I will not say where, I was having a fabulous diner-à-deux with a dear friend. We chose starter and main course. At a private table nearby a group of media, whom I knew, were being entertained and they, poor things, were given an EIGHT COURSE menu chosen by the chef (apparently after four courses they all gave up).
My good marks go to a true culinarian like Garth Shnier at Sandton Sun in Johannesburg. The guy I was with is only eating fats and proteins, nothing from below ground. No problem. Garth produced three lamb cutlets, a buttery sauce, broccoli and a purée of cauliflower. I looked at his printed menu, designed my own – see the result. Thank you Garth, and may all luxury hotels be as understanding as you.