I've posted about this before, but it bears repeating.
We've just got back from two nights in a (beautiful) posh hotel (anniversary treat). Room, service, staff all faultless. But oh, the food...pretty little (actually, minute) arrangements which closely resembled the 'gardens on a dinner plate' children's class at the village show when I was a kid (but a lot smaller). You know the kind of thing I mean; pretentious, esoteric, exotic (smoked cods' eyes on a bed of baby pine needles and Japanese cress seeds). And all adorned with a dribble of 'jus' (when did a sauce become a jus? Do you serve food with a jus? What exactly is a jus?).
My best friend lost her sight several years ago. I often try to imagine what it's like to suffer this terrible deprivation. What on earth would she have made of all this?
It made me dream of fish and chips (and I usually only dream of horses, heights and deadlines).