Love's Kitchen

I am a cook, not a model.

I don't want a five page spread in "Hello!"

It's not about shmoozing with celebrities,

it's about cookin' real food with real heart.

Tim Slater just want...

No.

Mate, come on,

just one photograph. - No, no!

Hang on.

Yes doll, so?

- It needs work but it's perfect.

Well, when can I see it?

Michelle will love it.

I made an offer.

Oh, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Are you driving?

Very slowly.

- Well then pull over and call me back.

If you are trying to talk me into this...

I wouldn't dream of it,

but he says he's not leaving until

he gets a photo with the genius who cooked...

- He said genius? - Definitely.

Okay.

Ingo, take pass.

Yes, chef.

Rob?

Work it baby.

A real pleasure.

The curse of being a celebrity, I never turn mine on.

Good advice.

Don't run, you'll have an accident.

Hi, this is Francoise.

I'm sorry I'm not here to take your call

but if you leave me a message I will call you back.

Bye.

Hey darlin', it's me.

I just wanted to hear the sound of your voice

and to tell you that I love you and that I miss you.

You lookin' at photos again?

- I can't remember what she looked like.

Is that bad?

No, sweetheart.

It's normal.

Come on, you.

Lights out.

Oh, by the way I found this.

What's The Boot?

It's nothing.

Night night.

Today's reviews.

Thank you.

Jesus.

- Oh, I thought it was pretty good actually.

Some muscular cooking.

Quite sexy.

No, the one below it.

it's just some grotty old pub.

Rob Haley's place.

Had the heart and the head for it.

Three years ago, he was up there.

Christ.

What happened?

His wife died.

And now here on Channel Four,

Guy Witherspoon takes us to Eden.

- As we slide into the season of mists,

mellow fruitfulness, welcome to "Food for Thought,"

with me your host, Guy Witherspoon.

I'd never been to Wiltshire before.

I'd heard there was nowhere to eat, nowhere decent anyway.

Nowhere until Jack and Jill Adams opened The Eden.

Jack conjures his marvels in the kitchen

while Jill adores the front of house with great elan.

Shall we go in?

All the menus are seasonal.

These have a quality and the freshness is second to none.

Oh, it's a very droll little.

Thank you so much.

Shall I give you something?

Lovely.

- A pub with real English food and Guy's doing a show on it.

That's new.

Do you know this bloke?

- Vaguely. - Lovely flavor.

He's very good

but he's a big drinker. - Effortlessly.

Nothing could be further removed

from the radioactive slurry that pours out

of microwaves and pubs all over the land.

I was watchin' that.

What was the score?

- Here we are, this adorable little...

Those fish pies go in?

- Salad. - Yep.

He certainly loves his onions.

Concoction ,

little bit of feta cheese peaking out there I think.

Oh, yes.

No doubt, my hostess she's very authentic.

She absolutely copper bottoms through and through I'd say.

Splendid... - It's gourmet bloody

everything these days.

Even The Boot's got things on sticks now.

Kebabs?

No.

Corn dogs?

No.

Satay?

That's the one.

Oh my God.

What?

Do you remember this?

Oh, your Madonna phase?

Yes, I do.

A 10 year old singing "Like A Virgin" is frightening,

especially if you're her father.

It's good to have you home, Kate.

We'll look after you.

From Spain?

- If you want us to stay, we'll stay.

- We've had the reservation for months.

You could come with us.

Review some restaurants.

This is perfect.

I'm gonna write my guide

to chef's with talent and originality

not celebrity whores and wannabe rock stars.

No offense.

Oh, yes.

That's a very,

very delicious concoction. - Rob?

Gordon.

What are you doing here?

Long time no see.

Your empire is just amazing.

Congratulations.

What in the hell's going on?

What are you talkin' about?

Come on.

What?

Real food with real heart?

Does that ring any bells for you?

- Yeah, but I mean things change.

- Francoise would be horrified if she saw this.

- Don't bring her into this, please.

Come on, you know she would.

Still sellin' the trifle?

Not really, no.

Another bloody critic who couldn't boil water.

You know.

I don't know but with the look

of things that's really nailed it.

This has got to stop.

One a day.

Okay.

Have you got everything?

- I'm takin' Michelle to school this morning.

Can you pick her up this afternoon?

Yeah, no problem.

What are you up to?

- You're thinking about buying Mom's Boot.

Come on you.

We'll be late.

A stupid old fart.

Bloody charming.

Hi.

Looking for John.

It's a bit quiet.

No, lad.

Busiest time of day.

Ai, that it is.

Well...

What the bloody hell do you want?

Well, three years ago my wife,

she made you an offer on this place.

You're Rob Haley.

Yeah.

- You've got a bloody nerve showing your face around here.

I picked out a lovely little retirement place in Alicante.

What the hell happened?

Things.

Oh, that's all right then

if it's things that's hunky dory.

That explains bloody everything.

That's peachy.

My wife left me thanks to you.

I'm sorry.

No, really I meant it.

Best thing that ever happened.

Is it still for sale?

Well, I never.

Hey babe.

Long time no see.

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

Hi, I'm Kate.

Rob.

Hi guys.

He's going to buy the place.

You can't sell this place.