Shortly after booking I read this article written by the Guardian reviewer two days ago.
Aaargh! I nearly cancelled it was so bad.
Food critics are interesting creatures. They don't so much...
play with language as pillage it. Sentences often seem curiously cryptic, not to say unintelligible.
But his food, drawn from the Cumbrian landscape, has its own compelling internal logic.
He talks about its failure to provide a "cohesive experience", whatever that means. Me - I just like my food to taste really nice. If I'm looking for a "cohesive experience" I'll go to Disneyland.
Always wondered about critics - food, literature, drama; they all seem to have the same failure to provide their readers with coherent accounts written in English. I suppose if you can't do it, you can always make a living criticising it.