There is a restaurant in the Soho district of London called L’Escargot that is owned by the famous/infamous Marco Pierre White. My daughters and I have dined there three times, and each time has been a perfect experience.
The food is exceptional, and not too over-the-top, which sometimes makes me a little crazy. The service is perfect. The ambiance is lovely. We’ve always relied on the in-house sommelier, who has always been successful with wine choices, as well.
The reason I wanted to write a post on the restaurant has a lot to do with Marco Pierre White. He’s a hulking monster of a man, with a kind of bad-boy sexiness that really intrigues me, as well as a lot of other women. It’s also what’s gotten him into trouble on many occasions, according to his autobiography*.
In one post earlier this year, I wrote about my food experiences in the U.K., and how things have obviously changed from the days when the U.K. culinary world had a terrible reputation primarily based on its bland food. I’ve been lucky enough to spend weeks in Ireland, Scotland, as well as in England, and have been thrilled with the obvious “improvements.”
In this post I wrote that Marco Pierre White played an integral role in changing the course of all things culinary. I’ve read his book, but many others as well that focus on that period of time in culinary history, and it’s pretty obvious that he was one of the first of few to shake things up in restaurant kitchens.
Interestingly enough, I was bombarded by quite a few males who commented how Marco Pierre White is a worthless human being and blah blah blah – these comments have all been removed – and I was quite shocked at how Mr. White could be disrespected. It was also strange that in these comments I was “corrected” although my statements were based on my personal experiences. This all was very eye opening to me, and I almost quit blogging. I actually asked two men to quit following me, because they really hadn’t read my words at all.
But, fortunately, I didn’t quit blogging, because I realized these people had real problems. I really don’t understand people who feel they must be critical in comments at all, but then, I’m just one of those “let’s all be nice” kind of persons.
As a side note, I’ve never had a London taxi driver who didn’t hate Gordon Ramsay or Jamie Oliver. Maybe because they’re exports? I think in this country we quite like and admire our famous chefs.
Recently I was watching Anthony Bourdain on No Reservations, and on this show he actually met up with Marco Pierre White. They went hunting together and it was a very interesting show. They make quite a bad-boy pair, although ever since Mr. Bourdain had a baby he’s mellowed. He even quit smoking. Mr. White still smokes.
But in the show’s introduction, Anthony Bourdain said that Marco Pierre White had single handedly changed the course of England’s culinary journey. Single handedly!!! I had only said that he played an integral role! So take that Mr. Obnoxious male commenters!!!
Another really interesting tidbit, for those of you who don’t know, when Mr. White retired some years ago, he withdrew all of his Michelin stars. He felt he didn’t deserve them when he wouldn’t actually be at his restaurants. I feel that is very humble and noble.
If you have ever watched the show “Hell’s Kitchen,” then you’re aware that Gordon Ramsay is a stickler for the highest level of quality. The competing chefs are supposed to have perfection as their goal. Risotto must be cooked properly. Fish must be cooked properly. No piece of rotten lettuce on the plate. Medium rare is medium rare – nothing other.
And having unfortunately dined in establishments over many years where perfection is never aspired to, I take having a great meal in a great restaurant very seriously. That means you’re never bothered by the staff. Every one is polite. You can ask questions and you get answers. And the food is perfect. And this is why we continue to return to L’Escargot.
I can’t remember for the life of me what this is, but I know it was good!!
Here I am with my two daughters a few years ago when we went in December. I didn’t have bangs yet, but that’s me.
I absolutely adore going to a perfect restaurant. It’s what they all should be. Thank you.
* Marco Pierre White’s autobiography, The Devil in the Kitchen is a fabulous read. It’s on my kindle, but here’s the photo of the actual book.