You are really such a pretty one...

I was lucky enough to eat at Marianne's on its opening night last week.

Marianne was a runner up on Masterchef the Professionals, is a brilliant cook, has written a bestselling guide to knife skills in the kitchen (and probably other rooms if you're that way inclined) - and is a dear friend and ex-colleague of mine.  Having worked as a private chef for a world of a-listers (whom she refuses to give me the gossip on) she has finally opened her first place - the smallest fine dining restaurant in London (14 covers only).

I can't write in detail about the meal as today is Yom Kippur - the Jewish day of atonement - so no eating allowed - and writing about Marianne's stunning food will only make my hunger more acute.  So instead a whirlwind guide, mostly through pictures.

The restaurant itself is on a tiny site, round the corner from Westbourne Park Road, on Chepstow Road, a part of west London I used to go drinking in, before I realised I am not really a west London type of girl (too many wrinkles, not enough surnames.)

Here is  the masterchef herself, Ms Lumb:

in her beautiful, elegant, warm dining room - so, so pretty:

And here you can see her rather impressive knife collection in the foreground of her tiny kitchen:

Right, enough about rooms. The food - first off, amazing bread, which she gets from Hedone, a Michelin star restaurant in Chiswick which I haven't been to, so I can't comment - although on the strength of their delicious bread, I suspect I'll be visiting soon enough.

Then an utterly beautiful yellow and green courgette veloute with Scottish langoustines, which were so plump, lush and sweet, I would almost have been prepared to do the tedious work of undressing them myself - but thankfully didn't have to.

Then one of my absolute favourites - these two plump, utterly perfect tortellini of rainbow chard with ricotta, parmesan and beurre noisette, sprinkled with chives.  Am now fully about to break down and run to the kitchen, as the memory of these two is reducing me to a hunger that no merciful god would wish me to endure.

My dinner friend had this risotto with summer truffles and Scottish girolles, which was by all accounts superb. (I'm the original cheap date - I so don't like truffles):

Then on to poached turbot with cepes and a fine herbes hollandaise - utterly amazing.  Not sure I'd ever eaten fresh cepes; well, I have been a fool.  And again, this is a hollandaise that I'd happily take a bath in, though I suspect that would rather defeat the object of having a bath in the first place...

Then plump, sweet Cornish scallops with Breton artichoke puree and Pata Negra ham.  Seriously, how can you go wrong with that combo of salt, sweet, mellow and lush?  Yum.

And then another absolute show-stopper - cannon of Organic Cotswold lamb with braised shoulder and jus. That shoulder of lamb, my goodness - I'll be living off the memory of that for a while.  Just perfectly beautiful - food that you'll think about for weeks afterwards.

And finally on to pudding!

By which stage, the oven and hob had both malfunctioned and poor Marianne had to pull a solution out of the ether, or in this case the freezer.  I mean, we're good mates and all, but if you don't give me pudding...well, let's just say that she's not the only one with knife skills round here.  Anyway, friendicide notwithstanding, she served up this trio of beautiful ice creams: damson, praline and cobnut and gooseberry - and saved the day.

Marianne's is a very special restaurant.  The ingredients are perfect (perfectly considered, sourced,  seasonal and utterly fresh); in the hands of a chef who truly cherishes and understands them, they are transformed into spectacular plates that look stunning and taste better.

I am super-proud of this woman - and I hope this restaurant does as well as it deserves to.