i've met phillipe more than once--super nice guy--humble, friendly, talented, world-class.
but i'm just through with wanking menus--just give me savoury comfort food, wines that speak of the grape, the person that made them, and the place they come from, along with the good company of convivial souls to sup with.
to borrow from aa gill, wombat spleen with creosote sauce is so yesteryear--yester-millennium. how about we just all have supper, and mebbe get a bit tanked by the time it's over?