People appear to actually be slightly surprised, shocked, and even upset that Gordon Ramsay’s gastropubs use pre-made food.
People are silly.
Absolutely everyone in foodservice, outside of the very top end (which gastropubs charging £15 for a main course are, obviously, not) uses pre-made, bought-in dishes. Indeed, Ramsay is a step higher than most: at least the dishes he serves are made to his specifications in his own factory…
If you fancy a fun (note: may not contain actual fun) game over the weekend, then print out Brakes Foodservice’s premium catalogue, and cross-match it to dishes on sale in your local gastropub or mid-priced restaurant…
Wow. If that article proves anything it's that Mail readers/commenters can't even get their heads round basic kitchen table economics.
A relative of mine uses "Brakes Brothers" as an epithet for food; "how's yours?" "…..Brakes."
I once worked as a driver's mate out of the Brakes distribution warehouse in Egham, delivering to the entire south-east. And yes, we did supply literally every class of establishment with their 10 litre buckets of REAL MAYONNAISE and the like.
The interesting thing here is surely whose breakfast cereal GR has pissed into, as this is about the 99th dull bashing story about him that has made the front page of the redtops. Is it just because he has the same first name as the prime minister, or is Max Clifford trying to tout for business?
(we are massive Ramsay fans in my house, as he was astonishingly nice to Mrs and Miss Squared when out and about launching his gastropub at the top end of Parkway).
"whose breakfast cereal GR has pissed into"
It's a kind of reflexive reaction to the fact that he gives them a headache. One the one hand he's extremely hard-working and successful, pulled himself up by his (football) bootstaps and all that doubleplusgood stuff.
But on the other, he swears a lot, which means he's personally responsible of the moral rot that set in in the 1960s etc and therefore overpaid and unworthy, just like Ross and Brand. Rip-off Britain, blah.
If you fancy a fun (note: may not contain actual fun) game over the weekend, then print out Brakes Foodservice’s premium catalogue, and cross-match it to dishes on sale in your local gastropub or mid-priced restaurant…
Ha! That's all much fancier than the stuff I get at my local "gastropub"! :o)