One of these days, I swear that I’ll get across the pond to St. John. Until then I’m more than happy to read about my fellow food bloggers enjoying the fruits of Fergus’s labor.
First up are my good friends April and Sean Woods. They had a lovely anniversary meal at St. John.
Housed in what used to be a smokehouse, St John has whitewashed walls and is spare in decor. We were seated at communal tables and served by polite but succinctly efficient waitstaff. I could not have been happier. There was no fuss, no dinner theatre … I’m not even sure there was garnish – just plate after plate of locally sourced, decidedly British, perfectly-prepared food.
Next up is Arnold Gatilao’s take on St. John’s fare.
We started with the Roasted Bone Marrow & Parsley Salad, which is just about as classic as you can get. I loved that there was still meat on the bones for us to gnaw on along with the marrow and toast.
I look forward to the day I can sit down and enjoy these same dishes to see how well I’ve managed to recreate them at home.