Sleepless in London
Haven't a moment to breathe since I got here in London. Promise I will blog some more soon. It's been a fantastic trip so far, with three meals in already at St.John, and one in the venerable company of Paul Bocuse! In the word of the grand chef himself, formidable!
This trip really has been great for meeting very interesting names and people. I don't quite know how to mention them all without sounding like a breathless groupie or horrible name dropper! I'll just have to figure it out I guess, I certainly do want to tell those tales. Well, or perhaps I should just accept the fact that I certainly am guilty on both counts and just do it, huh?
A dinner at the Fat Duck last night was most interesting and quite delicious. I'll write more about that too, but for now I am off to walk about a bit before meeting the gang at the Tayyab for dinner tonight.
More later, promise. :-)
It is a gift to those of us who can not bolt from jobs just yet ... to read how you are doing it! I admire your courage. But please do mention names of restaurants, so we can follow in your culinary footsteps someday!
Posted by: Becca | Apr 24, 2005 1:19:59 PM
Hi Pim,
Nice to see that you're having a good time already! Looking forward to hearing about that dinner at the Fat Duck. =P
Posted by: Reid | Apr 24, 2005 6:17:35 AM
So jealous!
Posted by: Lee | Apr 23, 2005 1:31:33 AM
Pim
This has nothing to do with being sleepless in London. Great site, and an even better idea about taking a year off. I've done it twice (similar circumstances, leaving a steady, well-paying job with good prospects - but sorely misaligned with my intuition) and am eight months shy of my third. Each one gets better, and each one has left me closer and closer to that 'hero of your own life" role that you form when you're 13 and no one has told you you cant do that. I want to recommend a book that I think you'd like based on your reading list. It's out of print, but I am sure you can find it in a city like SF or Paris or London. Its called "Return To The Source" by Lanzo Del Vasto, and its the diary of a guy in his early thirties who leaves behind the privilege of his family and (with little or no money, but whacks of trust) crosses India to spend some time with Gandhi. It really lingers.
Posted by: Chris | Apr 22, 2005 10:58:59 AM
See if you can get into Clarke's in Kensington while you are in London. The opposite of Heston Blumenthal's style - simply declicious ingredients with a set menu every night designed to show them off. I've had two of the best meals of my life there.
Posted by: Thalia | Apr 22, 2005 2:38:24 AM
I found your blog about a year ago and loved it. Then I lost it. I could not remember your name, so I typed, "Kim and Paris and San Francisco and Paris and croissants". Somehow Vinography came up and they mentioned you! Now at last I've found you. Beautiful site which one should not visit hungry.
I put a link to your blog on my blog so everyone will come to you. At least the three people who read my blog that is.
Posted by: Andrew | Apr 21, 2005 5:54:59 PM
"Formidable," indeed. LOL!
Posted by: Juls | Apr 21, 2005 2:39:31 AM
Forget all that fancy dining. Get yourself a packet of Walkers Chicken crisps and remember them to me.
Posted by: Sam | Apr 20, 2005 9:24:10 AM
Don't keep us in suspense too long, you know we are all living vicariously...!
Posted by: Amy | Apr 20, 2005 8:25:38 AM