Mr Mister
Dear reader, In my flavor-hunting mission, I come to you with a warning: Mr Mister plays with his food. I’m not against breaking table etiquette now and then, but an open omelette with roasted artichokes? That’s a blow to morning eggs de la classique. And who can be expected to behave with dignity when pear and blue cheese appear on the same plate? The final blow: confit tomatoes. I won’t even mention the prosciutto, lightly grilled for that matter. My dear, refined friend suffered her own ordeal: baked beans married to caramelised pear. Naturally, in protest, we ate croissants with extra coffee - and, under duress, ordered lime–coconut–pistachio balls to go. We cannot be blamed.