Foodgasm..

Let's put it this way..If Meg Ryan's Sally had ordered that dinner we had tonight, the entire restaurant would have had a chorus of "I'll have what she's having" because nobody can fake a foodgasm like that.. Today a chef unknowingly discovered my soul. First of all, it was your typical London night--cold and wet.  This  place doesn't open until six on the dot and never takes a reservation.  So it's a cold rainy night during the week, and we get there on time, only to be one of the last tables seated.  You are packed in like starving sardines who want to hear gossip from the next table and you  will. You have no choice(except for the wine and amazing desserts)  It's one salad, steak covered in crack, and "chips" and they refill your plate as much as your eye contact dares them to. Adorable and efficient waitresses keep this place moving with such perfection that you wonder if this is essentially gourmet fast food.  You wonder, but you won't care. And when the pleasure became almost too much to bear, we heard those ten special words that every American vacationing in London would kill their own cow to hear:  ""You realize we have another restaurant in New York City?"  Now, some sleep..sleep..at long last, sleep!