This was one of the best meals I've had in a long time. If you're looking for deelicious food in a really friendly environment, look no further. The staff were super and the owner/wife/chef was even prepared to puree the food for my handicapped father! They take kindness to a new level.
The name of this dish means: The Iman fainted. Why did the Iman faint, one asks? Well, there are 2 theories for this. The first one says that he fainted because the meal was so spectacular that he fainted at the sheer pleasure of it. I quite agree with him.
The Husband and I were lucky enough to spend some time in England in April with my lovely parents and aunt and uncle. Our luck increased when the French Air traffic controllers went on strike and we had to harass my poor aunt and uncle with 3 more days in their home. Thanks Peter and Wendles for putting up with us yet again!
I actually felt quite guilty standing in the queue outside the restaurant, staring unashamedly at the diners (in the hope they would eat up and go so that I could grab their table), while the waiter at the restaurant directly next to this one, stared at us from his completely empty restaurant. Should I just eat there out of sheer polite embarrassedness (not a real word but I love it)? No way, Jose!