A Light Twist of Lemon
A Light Twist of Lemon Austin Fairclough is a chef of international renown. That was the boast on his business card, which he held out to admire for a moment before pocketing it. And from there he picked up the menu. ‘Right, now, let me see,’ he said. His face scrunched up as he wiped his spectacles with the tablecloth. ‘I think I shall start with the Cornish Red Mullet, if you don’t mind?’ ‘Certainly, sir,’ said the maître d'. ‘Would you like it with the spring garnish?’ ‘I should say not. Now, for my main course I will plump for the Asparagus Crespelle, if I may?’ ‘A very good choice, sir. You won’t be disappointed.’ Austin lowered his eyewear and raised his fluffy auburn eyebrows. He retrieved the business card from his top-pocket and waved it at the maître d'. ‘I think I will be the judge of that, young man. Don’t you?’ The young man paused to absorb the information on the card that had just been flung in his direction. ‘Certainly, sir. My apologies.’ Austin smiled know...