Last week I had a really profound experience lunching at St. John in London. The restaurant, established by Fergus Henderson in 1994, is a city institution and unapologetic homage to British food, which is often overlooked and underrated. It was a life-changing meal for me for a few reasons. First, because it was a place I’d been itching to visit for a really long time, and it lived up to the hype. Second, because it forced me to think about how we eat meat- the parts we consider prime and the parts we waste (I ordered ox heart and it was absolutely delicious, very lightly seasoned, sliced paper-thin and served with chips). And lastly, because it made me appreciate the beauty of simple food.
