A Culinary Tragedy

It's come to my attention only this afternoon that one of my favourite London eateries, Goddard's Pie House in Greenwich, closed last November.

I'm simply stunned. The queues at Goddard's were long and it was seldom easy to find a table. The pies were of proper beef, the mash of proper potato, the parsley liquor suitably glutiverdinescent, and the whole was excellent value. But some clown thinks we ought to want plastic burgers of doubtful provenance instead.

It is a scandal that London's own regional speciality is now diminished in favour of bland, rubbish you can get anywhere in the world. There ought to be something written into the planning regulations to prevent it ever happening again.