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What I ate last week.
Angela Hartnett:
Monday
Breakfast Black coffee, like every day.
Lunch A day off, so went to see my mother. We had a nice minestrone.
Dinner Nuts, beans, salad leaves and beetroot, all bought at Aldeburgh food festival at the weekend.
Tuesday
Breakfast Coffee, then to Murano for service – that keeps you going, as you pick and taste right through.
Dinner Late supper at the Green Man & French Horn on St Martin's Lane. I joined friends after service, so hoovered up the remains of what they'd been eating – zander, partridge, leeks, eggs – and rounded things off with an ace jam tart.
Wednesday
Breakfast I actually had some time today, so grapefruit with the usual coffee – more treat than habit.
Lunch Staff lunch is always at 10.45am – today it was leftover veg turned into a stew or pasta.
Thursday
Breakfast Coffee first, as always.
Then testing for a private party – couscous salad with hot smoked salmon. Stayed on for lunch service, and picked my way through to lunch.
Dinner Spent afternoon on admin and errands, so headed to Murano: pasta with bread, high in carbs!
Friday
Dinner Pretty much what I ate on Wednesday, except I came home to a slice of spinach tart. It's a thing of beauty when made well, but I have to admit this was not the best – still, the spinach came from Mum's garden.
Saturday
Breakfast Late breakfast coffee and toasted St John bread – it's so handy to have the bakery round the corner.
Lunch Running late (again) and had to get to work, so just a quick salad.
Dinner Good job I had something light earlier, because tonight I had a huge Action Against Hunger meal: Claude Bosi's buckwheat soup, Tom Kerridge's slow-cooked hake, carrot purée and lardo, Phil Howard's roast guinea fowl with semolina gnocchi and Andrew Fairlie's chocolate hedgehog.
Sunday
Breakfast To Nordic Bakery with my nephew, who loves the place – egg and herrings on rye bread while the kids ate their way through cinnamon buns and rye muffins. Numerous coffees, too, obviously.
Lunch Had family over – made some salads, sardines on tomato and fennel, and linguine with vongole, chilli and garlic. No dessert, because I didn't get to St John in time to pick up some of their doughnuts – they always sell out so early
Tom Parker Bowles:
Monday
Breakfast Nothing at all, but that's pretty much normal for me.
Lunch Tom yum goong soup at Tawana on Westbourne Grove, followed by larb gai and miang kum – hot as buggery.
Dinner Couscous with pickled chillies and harissa, a bowl of lentils and a Drumstick for pudding.
Tuesday
Breakfast A rare occurrence: fruit and carrots.
Lunch Haddock and potato soup, and then plaice at Hereford Road (a rather more regular occurrence).
Dinner Boiled egg and soldiers.
Wednesday
Breakfast and lunch Typical last-minute rush to get ready to go to Philadelphia for filming, so didn't get round to eating a thing all day, until I sat down to fish pie on the 5pm BA flight from Heathrow T5 – just about OK.
Dinner Landed in NYC around 8.30pm and went straight to dinner at Smith & Wollensky – a brutally monolithic onion and tomato salad, then a gargantuan New York strip that was not as good as it thought it was.
Thursday
Mid-morning A day in Philly. Cheese steak sandwich at Jim's – a touch bland; should have added onions. Then a hot dog. Good bun and topping, but the sausage lacked snap and smoke. Good local fizzy drink.
Dinner Oysters, clams and lobster roll at Sansom Street Oyster House.
Friday
Didn't eat all day because was in and out of QVC's studio. Ended up in some bar in the evening for a much-needed drink. They did a good burger, too.
Saturday
Mid-morning snack Still in New York – gobstoppers to keep me going.
Lunch To Tomoe Sushi – one of the best in town for spicy tuna tartare and eel otoro among other things.
Dinner Blue Smoke's Memphis ribs – not enough smoke, but the pulled pork was pretty damned good.
Sunday
Breakfast Are you kidding?
Lunch Sunday lunch at Momofuku Má Pêche: to start, a broth of glorious, beefy, greasy depth – the sort you want to dive into – filled with chunks of wobbling tendon. And then, of course, David Chang's pork buns – world-famous, still world-class.