I revisited About Thyme in Wilton Road, London. I used to go there when it was a friendly family Greek restaurant called Psistaria. Now it’s sleek and modern and very cool. I have a very high opinion of this place, justified yet again by a superb lunch. I had warm goat’s cheese and roasted fennel tartlet with shallot and balsamic dressing, which was truly excellent. The pastry was crumbly, the vegetables superb, especially the red peppers.
Then I ate chargrilled kingfish on ratatouille, with new potatoes and Bernaise sauce (which I didn’t eat). The fish was done just right, but I wish they would use ‘fillet’ to mean without bones. Will someone out there please produce a kitchen or store sized version of a lithotripter so that instead of pulverizing kidney stones with ultrasound, it can reduce fish bones to an edible and nutritious powder?
Anyway, it brought back happy memories of the Florida Keys, where I often used to go out sports fishing for marlin, sailfish, and of course kingfish (aka king mackerel). Some of them were almost as big as a man, and many Keys restaurants have “your catch” on the menu, where you take in the fish to be cooked and served as you wish. I used to love it deep fried in corn batter â€” it would keep all the moisture in. Today’s taste brought back happy memories.