Over the years my (now elderly) parents and their friends have often discussed plans for their “celestial dinner” to be held to be held shortly after meeting St. Peter at the pearly gates.
The rules were that the food had to be chosen from actual experience in this life, and a small number of guests would be allowed.
My current menu starts with “Brochette L’Escale” which is a skewer of grilled scallops and lemon suspended vertically above a bed of garlic butter rice. This comes from L’Escale, which is a modest fish restaurant on the harbour at St. Vaast near Cherbourg in northern France.
Next up would be the roast pigeon I had a few years back in the Ebury Wine Bar in central London. The stack of intensely glazed potato slices was perfect with the pink meat, and the salad came with beautifully crunchy black pudding.
All I would then want would be cheese. A little Epoisses, some Stichelton, and some Comte.
I’m not decided on wines yet, but I expect the word “Montrachet” will feature with the scallops. More research needed!
As a Brit, my guests would be Samuel Pepys, Barry Cryer, David Mitchell, David Niven and Joyce Grenfell. I’d love to ask Leonard Cheshire, but he’d hate it.
Are we the only family to play such a daft game?