I arrived and was sat at a stool. Curiously, the chef asked for advice about lemon juice quantities. The other diners and I offered to help - we parboiled some potatoes. An hour and a half and two bottles of wine later, we ate. The chicken was moist and succulent with a crisp, caramelised skin. The potatoes were fluffy and moreish and heady with fat. The carrots were sweet and browned, adding just the right hint of freshness. We all left clean plates, even the Man Who Hates Food.
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