Bompas and Parr Desert Room

By now my head is spinning, the room is because the drinks I have had on the Bompas and Parr journey through the complete history of food, have been strong and they are about to get stronger. My stomach is turning from the bombardment of truly questionable flavours as I stand at the entrance to the “desert room”. A sculpture of the gherkin of London is at the forecourt of the room while at the back behind a veil of pink curtain is hiding a crowd of people standing in a circle. A member of waiting staff presents straight Courvoisier to us in small wine glasses while we stand and wait for the next part of the experience. She mentions something about a special blend and attempting to drink the smallest thimbleful chokes slightly as the strength of the drink bowls me over. The pink veil empties and I am suddenly standing around what looks like a spinning wedding cake with sugar sculpture around it and on a lower ledge, the same desert is lined up, plate after plate. Drinking my drink and eating my desert standing I soon learn that what I am heartily tucking into is whale vomit and I set the plate down and dash out without finishing my drink.
Overall the experience was truly a strange one. The desert bar rounded off the food event of the summer in a glamorous way and as the few days of this event close up the British summer, I wonder if I really left the planet on this fateful evening when perhaps my feet are more comfortable on earth. Marks on presentation alone - 7/10