Happily, that wasn't my problem, I was just wall decoration that day. Unhappily for the people who had to cook that lunch, those three names were just the beginning. The list, yes that list, went on and on, Phillipe Legendre, Heston Blumenthal, Tetsuya, and so on.
Yes, yes, that's the same list I was making fun of last year. And it is still just as semi-random as the years before, everyone I've spoken to who actually was on the list thought so themselves. I mean, how do you take seriously a list that combined a place like Cal Pep and elBulli? I am not arguing that Cal Pep is not worth it or anything, but they and elBulli are so different as to be simply incomparable. This apple is better than this orange, anyone?
Anyway, the list was certainly good for a few things. Everyone on it was unmistakably happy to be there, and especially so because it was a great excuse to party, and in the company of the likes of Paul Bocuse no less! The list was also quite a PR gold mine for the young Restaurant magazine, who somehow managed to entice almost half the chefs on the list to join in the celebration in London. That in itself was quite a PR coup, you know, London in the cold and the rain in April can be positively dreary.