Perhaps I only have myself to blame as they do say there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Or dinner I have now discovered. I went along to Hells Kitchen on Saturday night feeling a bit of a chump for turning up for a free feed and to gawp at the celebs in the kitchen. It’s being filmed near the 02 in an industrial estate type place with porta cabins for toilets and a restaurant that looks like Lawrence Llewellyn Bowen has been let loose with an acre of flocked wallpaper.
I sat at a table with Jonathan Anstell from G4 fame and his very lovely fiancé TV presenter Debbie King. As I was tucking in to my Grant Bovey lamb and craning my neck to check out Eastender’s Mo at the next table I was aware of a row breaking out a our table. Debbie’s veal was too pink and Nick, the head waiter, had been called. He was now being rude and condescending to Debbie and, naturally, her fiancé had to step in. Now remember he was in G4 and they sang opera so therefore we can assume he’s nice. He is, but the headwaiter didn’t seem to think so and so set about clearing all of our plates mid meal and asking us to leave. Remember too, that I have said nothing and am being asked to leave. G4 man storms up to the pass to talk to Marco Pierre White. You might think this would be a disastrous move (I did), but in fact he comes back with the promise of more food. Well, more food for him and his fiancée. I, meanwhile, am still hungry. Next time I’m going to a paying restaurant with no cameras.
One Response to “Hell’s Kitchen”
Well it was a free dinner Harriet.
Congrats on your wedding.
p.s. I’m a fan of your radio show on Heart with Jamie and yourself. Keep up the good work
Comment by Si on 23/04/09 at 9:37 pm