Throughout the world sounds one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me the chance to do my very best. Your faithful correspondent was 27 years old when the film Babette’s Feast was released in 1987, and quite frankly, the nuances were elusive at the time. I’d eaten at a French restaurant perhaps twice, and during two visits to Paris found myself in the company of Vietnamese and North African immigrant cooks far more often than the natives. Denmark? I’ve never been very far away from Copenhagen, which to me is a ......Read more