Preppy is the New Hipster

Last night was my sister-in-law's final night in London. My brother made reservations at St. John's. He has been obcessed with eating innards, you know, traditional british shit-livers, spleens and stuff. Well as it turned out there were not that many innards available on the menu, but they did have lots of bizarro meats and offered things that I imagine british people ate a lot in the seventeenth century. It was fantastic from start to finish.

To start the ambiance was very cool. The restaurant was in the old meat packing district and it looked like it. the high ceilings, the light fixtures and the sterile whiteness of it all. Added immensely to the dishes we had. The wine, a Cotes Du Roussillon, also added considerably. It was rather fruity, with a nice dry finish. Good selection.

Well lets get to the food. I started with the snails and greens. It was very garlicy and the texture was perfect, chewy but firm, which is probably the most important thing when it comes to snails. More impressive still was the bone marrow that john and steuart ordered. The presentation was beautiful. Four sections of bone(cow femur, I imagine). Came with sea salt, flat leaf parsley, and toast-for the assemble of an open faced sandwich. Bone marrow isn't really my thing, its just too rich for me. But, if that is the way you swing you should definately check it out. It was just so beautiful. Cat had the cuttlefish, which was amazingly tender and smooth.

For mains:
I had the chanterelles and goat curd on toast-Delicious, would have liked more goat curd. I love mushrooms.
Cat and steuart had a beautiful preparation of roast beef. Perfectly rare. Perfect small carrots.
John had the grouse. It was the first day of Grouse season. It was served nearly rare(is this normal). But it was so good. I took a small bite, and my mouth was flooded with flavours. The meat was frangrant, and full bodied so good, and worth every one of the 31 pounds it costs.

Desert were honey roasted figs with creme fraiche and brioche, and lemon sorbet with a shot of russian vodka. Both were fantastic.

Okay I'm not that great at writing about food, but I wanted to try to remember every bit of the meal.

I haven't mentioned the company. I'm too sad to talk about it anyway. I want to live in the same place as John and Cat. I can't believe they live so far away.