Antidote, London W1 restaurant review
This is quite the plate offood: stark, almostbleak in its monochrome simplicity. Everything is shades of pale: waxy potatoes, pearly cod, espuma in acolour that Farrow & Ball would probably call Stornoway Sound, tinydots of darkest grey. But it's also remarkable in its flawlessness: the cod cooked just so, subtle maillard brushstrokes on top, flesh