Recently went to Jamie Oliver's 15 and to Locanda Locatelli and had two very different meals. 15 was one of the most curious meals I've ever had: interesting menus, with unusual ingredients that were apparently carefully sourced; competent cooking, better than I expected, with the only fault being that everything wasn't quite hot enough; but -- and it's a big but -- it just wasn't very tasty. Intelligent cooking, yes: the first food for a long time that I've had that made me think of what I've read about Juniper or (obviously on another level) El Bulli. But just not very tasty. In fact it made me think of what I'd be nervous about if I were to visit El Bulli -- that it wouldn't be lip-smacking enough. The other disappointment was the cost -- starters were £10 to £20, mains were £20 to £30, and the entire meal, including tap water only and one measly bottle of wine, cost £130 for two. I don't mind paying that sort of money, but I expect something spectacular for it: great service (it was enthusiastic but inept), comfy chairs (we were on plastic seats with no wall behind either of us), intimate setting without crowding (the restaurant space manages to be both too cosy and not cosy enough all at the same time), relaxing music (instead, it was piped from the bar above and hence was much too buzzy and clubby for a posh meal) and little bits and pieces. I'd have been prepared to forgo much of that for an unequivocal statement that an extra 20% had been tacked on to the prices to go to charity -- because I think that what Jamie Oliver has done is a very fine thing. But the bill wasn't justified by the food, the setting or the service. By contrast, a meal at Locanda Locatelli restored my faith in great cooking. The food was memorable: deep-fried calf's foot was fabulously sticky, papardelle with kid goat ragout was the best pasta I've ever had, trips to Italy notwithstanding, the breads were individual, tasty and interesting, the chocolate truffles were much better than usual (way ahead of brands like Prestat or Ackermans), and the almond biscuits at the end actually made me look forward to Pesach cakes (Jewish readers will know what I mean, although they might not believe me). The setting was comfortable and intimate -- but a little bit too dark, so my father-in-law had difficulty reading his menu and seeing his food, and the service was extremely professional. In his review on Friday in the Standard, Toby Young moaned that he thought the waiters were overdoing the Italian theme of the place -- I thought they were just being Italian, which seems fair enough, given that that was what they were. I cared more about the fact that they anticipated our needs every time -- with water, wine and attention, that they were prepared to give their opinions on what to eat and what to drink, and that they were willing to engage with us instead of acting like automatons. But the thing I was most impressed with was the price -- for cooking of this quality, which I think is up there with Le Manoir, the Glasshouse (when it first opened, not recently), the Waterside Inn etc, we paid £45 a head. That included a generous tip for excellent service, wine, mineral water, coffee and no sense of stinting. As we were with family, we drank a bit less than we otherwise might, and we didn't choose from the upper reaches of the wine menu (there weren't many bottles at under £20, but we found a nice Sicilian red at £12 that I thought was an absolute steal). But I thought the meal was tremendous value and was hugely impressed. I'm left feeling sad that I didn't enjoy 15 as much as I'd wanted too -- enough so that I wouldn't recommend even trying it unless you've got money to burn (although the bar made good cocktails and the bar menu looks good) -- but delighted by Locanda Locatelli and thinking of excuses to go back. Steve