Poor Heston

I do sympathise with Mr. Fat Duck, who is hemorrhaging a bucket of money every day that his restaurant is closed, following the “mystery” illness that has apparently befallen up to 400 of his diners.

It’s a sad fact that there seems to be some opportunism involved in claiming illness (and perhaps being rewarded with a free bowl of snail porridge?), but worst of all is that the opportunists are likely to prevent closure (or re-opening, rather) any time soon.

It’s not nice to laugh at other people’s misfortunes, but surely there’s nothing wrong with just a little giggle (at the fools who can’t solve the mystery, of course)?


(from the New Yorker, naturally)

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