One of these days, I swear that I’ll get across the pond to St. John. Until then I’m more than happy to read about my fellow food bloggers enjoying the fruits of Fergus’s labor.

- Picture by Sean Woods
First up are my good friends April and Sean Woods. They had a lovely anniversary meal at St. John.
Housed in what used to be a smokehouse, St John has whitewashed walls and is spare in decor. We were seated at communal tables and served by polite but succinctly efficient waitstaff. I could not have been happier. There was no fuss, no dinner theatre … I’m not even sure there was garnish – just plate after plate of locally sourced, decidedly British, perfectly-prepared food.

- Picture by Arnold Gatilao
Next up is Arnold Gatilao’s take on St. John’s fare.
We started with the Roasted Bone Marrow & Parsley Salad, which is just about as classic as you can get. I loved that there was still meat on the bones for us to gnaw on along with the marrow and toast.
I look forward to the day I can sit down and enjoy these same dishes to see how well I’ve managed to recreate them at home.