Sally Clarke’s Kensington Thanksgiving
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In the Wine Room downstairs at Sally Clarke’s Kensington restaurant, now celebrating its 40th year, the lights are low, the flower arrangements are a fire of autumn colours and the scene is set for a Thanksgiving feast.
Clarke trained in Croydon, then Paris, before working for Prue Leith and Caroline Waldegrave in London. But the thing that changed everything for her was when she took a job at a restaurant in California in 1979. “Los Angeles was stuck in a bourgeois French over-sauced, over-cooked mélange,” she says, “but Michael McCarty [considered by many to be one of the founders of contemporary Californian cuisine] was a breath of fresh air, bringing contemporary art to the walls and bright colours to the plates. I was introduced to Alice Waters of Chez Panisse – as soon as I touched the door handle I knew this was it.”
It was there also that she was introduced to Thanksgiving. “It seemed to me to be the most wonderful, all-embracing celebration: everybody seemed to be invited, everybody was willing to bring something and the more I learned about it the more I felt it was an international celebration for every creed, every colour, every age. Every year since opening the restaurant we’ve served a Thanksgiving dinner.”
The party tonight is a local affair, bringing together Clarke’s “family” of friends who live or work on Kensington Church Street: one of them, Tuggy Meyer of Huntsworth Wine Company, had his first home there; another, David Dawson, the late Lucian Freud’s studio assistant and model, now lives in the artist’s house a few doors down.
When Clarke entertains, the only music she will allow is “the clink of the knife and fork on the plate and gentle chatter” – and the conversation roams around local subjects from the pub opening across the road to characters they see around, to memories of Freud, who would come to the restaurant most days for breakfast and lunch: “He used to eat a whole bar [of our homemade nougat] in a day,” recalls Clarke.
The nougat is served tonight with the coffee, but before that there’s a three-course feast to enjoy, kicked off with a damson bellini. First up is a “showy-offy” soufflé suissesse with Umbrian truffles shaved over the top. Main course is turkey from the Rhug estate in north Wales: “We’ve taken the legs, boned them out and rolled them around a stuffing made of chestnuts and raisins, so the breast is roasted separately.” It comes with parsnips, pumpkin, cranberry sauce and cavolo nero (“I always like a bit of green on the plate”). Dessert is a brownie with vanilla ice cream generously laced with Jack Daniel’s.
“It’s an honour to have an evening with you, because you are always working,” says gallerist Louisa Guinness, raising a glass to the host. “It’s lovely to sit down for a change,” replies Clarke, with feeling.
In Season for 40 Years by Sally Clarke is available from sallyclarke.com
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