Wednesday, October 8, 2014
I think this has to make the Fat Duck the most difficult restaurant to eat at in the world now, surely.
I decided that since it's a lottery of sorts, I'd just go for the best - and optioned for the Chef's Table. After all, once I pay to fly across the country to go, what's another $150 each, right? Ouch.
Who knows, maybe I'll luck out and actually manage that life wish over in the sidebar. A girl can hope.
If you want to try your luck, you can read more about it and enter the ballot yourself here: The Fat Duck Melbourne.
Sadly, despite the grand hope of many of my dear friends - tables are not transferable, so you can't book for me and gift me your table. *cries* You'll have to just wish me luck. I'm going to need it.
It's going to be a very anxious wait over the next month to see if I get a booking. If you too are hoping to score a table, I wish you the very best of luck. If you make it, do send me a photo! Or you know, seventy. I'll want to live vicariously after all.
Next time: Back to cooking, I hope! I have a plan in mind for a "Surprise" themed meal...