First, create a basket of spun caramelised sugar. Place in it the braised hearts of five Ortolans and top with a sauce made up of two parts butterscotch Angel Delight and one part chopped fennel. Spray with liquid nitrogen and serve on a bed of raddichio.
Nonsense. But believable nonsense. Today we get the news that El Bulli, "The World's Finest Restaurant" is to close permanently, due to it making huge losses. That is because, if there was a better exemplar of the "Emporer's New Clothes" I have never heard of it. And that goes for the Fat Duck at Bray, too - a place that is so preposterous and anachronistic, that it serves seafood contaminated with shit and wine at £150 a bottle that can be bought off the shelf for fifteen quid.
Richard has inspired me to add this: