A lesson in Teacher’s

As the Teacher’s master blender unscrews the cap and pours two glasses, then adds a splash of water to one, the effect is alchemical – the aroma, leaping from the whisky as the water goes in, fills the air with festive smells of fruit, cinnamon and everything you would find in a fat Xmas pudding. That’s the 45% malt talking and the water is what makes it sing.

Caleya

Some critics have had a pop at Caleya’s decoration and style, but I rather like it. Bright and modern and with chairs that boast extra wide seats, presumably for extra wide bums, it’s friendly and cheerful but is also a tale of bi-polar cooking. Starters and desserts of true genius, mains of less than perfection.

Jeremy’s Restaurant, Haywards Heath

On the drive to Borde Hill gardens, through tree-branch tunnels, I spied the aftermath of a great many game birds, spread on tarmac. Morbidly, I found the sight mildly appetising. Rather than irrational bloodlust, I interpreted this as impatience to sample the speciality at destination, ‘Jeremy’s’, a family-run restaurant known for its game…