What’s a food memory you’d most like to forget?
When we opened Moran’s restaurant and cafe in Potts Point in 1995, the doyenne of Australian food journalism, Joan Campbell, used to come in quite a bit. She was the food editor at Vogue and a tough old bird. I cooked a special dish I’d been working on for her – john dory with caramelised figs. I asked her what the dish was like and she said: “That was fucking awful.” I remember being so deflated. I’m still scarred by it.
