Keller gives a rat's arse

Thomas Keller of The French Laundry fame has obviously developed a taste for working with Hollywood since he taught Adam Sandler how to make a sandwich for Spanglish, Keller’s variation on the BLT with the addition of a fried egg and cheese was arguably the best thing by a long way in the 2004 rom-com.

But with Ratatouille, which has taken an estimated $188 million in the States so far and opens here in October, Keller has given his culinary expertise to an altogether (financially at any rate) much more successful production, albeit one that features a computer generated, gastronomically gifted rat called Rémy who cooks in a grand Parisian restaurant called Gusteau's, a composite creation based on Guy Savoy, Le Train Bleu and Taillevent.

Keller let Pixar’s animators (the team behind Toy Story, The Incredibles etc) into his Yountville kitchen and inspired the elaborate layered version of the title dish for the Disney cartoon’s climatic scene, which is presented to a restaurant critic by the name of Anton Ego (voiced by Peter O'Toole) as "Confit byaldi" after "Confit Bayaldi" - Michel Guérard's 1976 take on Ratatouille, itself named after the Turkish dish Iman Bayaldi - which apparently translates as 'the Iman swoons'.

In return, aside from the no doubt generous consultancy fee, Keller got to do the voice for a dining room punter in the film. The French version meanwhile has Guy Savoy voicing the same part and the Spanish, Ferran Adrià. No British voiced version planned, such sadness.

Though no doubt our leading chefs have way too much integrity to take rat Disney's cash. Course they do. But wonder which of our fine cheffing talents they would have called on first if they had needed a chef to voice a cartoon character?

Fool Brazilian

Mocoto in Knightsbridge, 'London's first authentic Brazilian restaurant', has closed it's doors almost six months to the day after opening. Its last service was last Wednesday night (August 1) and its website has been taken down already. Sadly the restaurant and bar that occupied the split level site - previously Oliver Peyton's similarly ill-fated Italian Isola - will probably be best remembered for being possibly the most delayed London opening ever.  

   

While the late opening of new restaurants is a common occurrence, Mocoto managed to raise the bar to a new level by opening well over a year later than scheduled and at least a £1 million over what was budget said have been a £5 million budget. Such was the tardiness of the Brazilian's opening, so to speak, that 'doing a Mocoto' is now parlance amongst certain industry watchers for any late launching restaurant. 

Then when it finally opened at the tail-end of this January it was (despite the many, many months of hype involving being told that architects, building materials, chefs, produce, wine… everything bar ice for the caipirinhas was in fact being air-freighted in from Brazil) well, it was rather disappointingly beige and not the epitome of cutting edge South American design that had been promised. This against the background of Fleet Street's finest starting to run regular features on carbon footprints. 

Add to that the fact that early doors much of the pre-publicity had focussed on the kitchen being headed up by well regarded São Paulo chef Bel Coelho who, being young, female and easy on the eye was featured in profiles for glossy men's mags with long lead times before it emerged that she'd lost patience with the delays and was no longer involved. 

The brainchild of onetime partner in Momo, David Ponte, who in recent months cut his losses and largely sold out to his partners in the business, the late Mocoto was sadly an ill conceived disaster from start to finish. It had been hoped that corporate events would save the space but now, with two costly high profile failures in a row on the Knightsbridge site, it seems unlikely that it will ever be relaunched as another restaurant. But then again London seems to be awash with foreign investors all too ready to piss money away on supposedly doomed sites, so who knows…

Wareing out?

Whispers of Marcus Wareing's dissatisfaction with his lot at Gordong Pansy Holdings started doing the rounds not long after Petrus finally, following much whingeing, whining and handwringing on 'Wetty' Wareing's part, secured its second Michelin star at the end of January this year. 

At first this seemed an unlikely story as Wareing had always seemed to have had a very tight relationship with Gordong going all the way back to 1993, when he started as sous chef at Aubergine. But then Gordong was MPW's sous chef back in the day and look how that turned out… 

Gordong's people recently denied Wareing was leaving The Savoy Grill or rather denied that he would not return to its kitchen after it closes in December for 16 months as the hotel undergoes a £100m revamp. 

Speculation intensified during the course of the London Taste of London festival at the end of June when Wareing told anyone that would listen that he wanted to do something on his own and didn't fancy returning to the Savoy after the refurbishment.   

One thing's for certain the days of Wareing as Ramsay's right hand man or - to borrow from prison parlance, as some have in the past to describe their relationship - 'bitch' are long gone. The days when they used go to boxing matches and ballroom dancing together - ancient history. 

Jason Atherton over at Maze is seen as the brightest culinary talent in the group while Mark 'Sarge' Sargeant of Claridge's has taken Wareing's place at the right hand side of Gord. 

Go to Gordong's home page and amongst the rotating gallery of photographs you'll find Atherton appears once alongside Ramsay, while Sargeant appears three times - Gordong's daughter only appears once for Christsake. The one where 'Sarge' and him are sharing a joke and a coffee together is particularly precious. 

No sign of Wareing's mug anywhere. 

Would you rent a jacuzzi from this man?

There's good news for anyone that believes that water jets are an essential aid to digestion and that every Michelin-starred meal should end in a hot-tub. The Hand & Flowers, the Marlow pub with fine grub that holds a Michelin star for West Country child-actor-turned-chef Tom Kerridge's cooking, have opened Flower Cottage. 

Located a hop and a skip down the road from the pub, it offers two luxury suites designed by Kerridge's much better half Beth who, despite the fact that she married him, reveals herself to a woman of exceedingly good taste. Partly decked out in cow hides, they go by the names of Dexter and Angus, the latter containing the aforementioned jacuzzi. 

Early testing of the facilities by fellow chefs including Sat 'up periscope' Bains are said to have gone well. Rates start at £140 a night including breakfast.