Readers of this blog may recall a noted chef recently saying he didn’t want to make fries to go with the steak I had ordered off his menu but when he finally agreed to do so, they were the best fries ever.
An even more bizarre incident occurred yesterday when I went to a famous Indian restaurant in the west end. My friend and I looked at the very fancy menu full of exotic ingredients and I said to the waiter that I’d rather like a chicken curry. “Sorry sir, chef doesn’t do that kind of thing.”
Doesn’t do that kind of thing? I could understand that if I was in say a French place – but in an Indian restaurant? I didn’t believe the waiter and so asked him if I could meet the chef in charge. And yes, he confirmed that it wasn’t in line with the restaurant’s standing to do that kind of thing.
It being a Sunday and me having not much on that afternoon, I persisted with my request (my friend knows me well enough not to tell me to leave it) and eventually I think I bored the guy into submission and he went off and made one of the best curries I’ve ever had – and I’ve had a lot of curry.
There’s been a People’s Revolution, there’s been a Cultural Revolution. Isn’t it about time there was a Diner’s Revolution? The Diner’s Charter would be short and simple: Give me what I want and do it well.