I think this may have been funnier in my head than written down. All comments welcome.
INTERVIEWER:
So, I hear you were down at Gordon Ramsey's new place.
CRITIC:
Yeah, I popped in last week.
INTERVIEWER:
How was the food?
CRITIC:
Disappointing really. It all tasted of sick to me.
INTERVIEWER:
Really? That's shocking. What did they say?
CRITIC:
Didn't get a chance to say, the bloody waiter chased me out as soon as he saw me.
INTERVIEWER:
Terrible. I suppose Ramsey always was sensitive to criticism. How about The Fat Duck.
CRITIC:
Well, Blumenthal is the arch experimenter, but I have to say I found his dishes to have a taint to them.
INTERVIEWER:
A taint?
CRITIC:
Yes, a definite edge of vomit.
INTERVIEWER:
Again?
CRITIC:
(Suddenly defensive) I can't help what I find, my finely honed palate detected regurgitated gastric juices.
INTERVIEWER:
OK. How about Marco Pierre White?
CRITIC:
Chunder.
INTERVIEWER:
Raymond Blanc's Mnoir Au Quatre Saisons?
CRITIC:
Puke.
INTERVIEWER:
This is ridiculous. You are suggesting that the food at all the finest restaurants in the country tastes of vomit?
CRITIC:
I can only speak as I find... although...
INTERVIEWER:Yes?
CRITIC:It's just that, I suppose, I am a fly.