I have suffered Masterchef for decades - loathing it in all of its guises. Even Anne seemed strangely uninvolved this year. However, I have to now admit that the winner can actually cook. I was never totally convinced, but after a trip to last year's winner's restaurant in Dorset Friday night, I have to say the food was pretty good.
The chef came and schmoozed the table afterwards looking for feedback but immediately dismissed Daryl as a drunken local bumpkin, or as the Beaminster equivalent of the fat, balding grocery seller who always waits for John Torode to tell him what to think.
However, gauntlet thrown down, Anne and I donned our best Pru and Matthew impressions. I suggested his squid and scallop starter was really two separate dishes, something that had obviously been playing on his mind. I was glad to have been able to help him on his way in his fledgling career.
Highlight of the evening though was this exchange.
Chef: "And what did you think of the main course?"
Anne: "I had the rabbit risotto, and it was, umm, what's the word, pedestrian."
Chef: "Oh, The Telegraph gave it 9 out of 10 last week".
IT DOESN'T GET TOUGHER THAN THIS...
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