Dinner, London, Restaurant review

The Telegraph, Matthew Norman
Men and meat fruit. Haven’t seen an hysteria like this since I brought cake into an office filled with women on January diets
If the biggest box-office draw in the business was racked by first-night nerves on Monday evening, he made a fine stab at masking it. One minute posing happily for a photo with the neighbouring table, the next squatting beside ours to deliver passionate, rapid-fire discourses about the provenance of his intriguingly historical menu, Heston Blumenthal appeared to be relishing his West End debut. Small wonder. It has taken a long time for the lieber Meister of snail porridge to bring his act to town, but Dinner – a sibling to the Fat Duck and the Hind’s Head in Bray – is more than worth the wait. In fact, darlings, it’s a theatrical tour de force.
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