17/12/2017
Back in the ‘90’s running a restaurant was quite tough. There were some notorious food critics who could make or break your business if they decided they didn’t like what you cooked. In Lincoln, it was quietly competitive with the few establishments vying to be the best eatery..
I did feel a little isolated down at the bottom of Steep Hill in my little kitchen, but we were full every Saturday weeks in advance and did alright in the week. Each year got busier and busier.
I did my best to greet customers when they arrived at the restaurant; I had a camera in the entrance with a monitor in the kitchen so I could see people arriving, and leaving. This was so that people wouldn’t be left standing if the waiting staff were busy in the restaurant. So it was a really busy Saturday night, and we had a late booking for two people. I saw this couple arrive so went out to greet them, despite my appearance having cooked for a full restaurant in that hot kitchen..and there he was, Jonathan Meades, one of the more critical of critics. I might have once said that I would not allow him into my restaurant if he came! But in the heat of the moment, what could I do.
I won’t go into too much detail, but he came, he ate and he left.
Later, I got a call from ‘The Times’ to get background for the article they were going to publish. I remember saying to the researcher, if the article isn’t good, I don’t want it printed, and she reassured me he liked it. His points out of ten were notorious, I mean, he gave one of the very best restaurants in the country 7 out of 10.
Anyway, it was just something to be reviewed by him...yeah, things were different then.