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Next week, the No.1 restaurant in the world issues its annual invitation for dinner reservations. Forty courses later, Cassandra Jardine reports My son Oliver is no more prone to effusion than any other 18-year-old, but when I called him to say we had a table at elBulli he kept shouting, "I love you, I love you" down the phone. At his age, my knowledge of restaurants began and ended with Pizza Express, but he's grown up in an era when the defining cultural question is not "Beatles or Stones?" but "Gordon or Heston?" I often find him watching food porn on television in the early hours, which is perhaps why he knows about the outer reaches of culinary weirdness, such as restaurants in Japan that cater for only one guest. Consequently, when I told him I was going to Barcelona to interview José Carreras, he advised me to eat at... [read full story]
