Guest blogger PIERRE BROUARD declares war on serving food on wooden boards
Please can I get my food served on a plate? If I go to one more restaurant with food perched precariously on a wooden board I am going to declare war. Or vote with my feet. I can’t tell you often the fries have fallen off, the salad’s toppled over or, in my worst experience, a half boiled egg’s rolled lazily away from me as I tried to pin it down with my fork.
I reckon plates were invented for a reason, that reason being to contain the food, allowing the eater to marshal the various bits into bite sized pieces. Perhaps they came about as a result of a ceramic accident, with an early potter making a mistake in some pre-historic kiln, leaving an odd lip around a flat base. But what a happy accident! Sauces cannot escape, peas are secure and there is a satisfying sense of accomplishment when the forkful of food is easily assembled.