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As well as the regular six dumplings, I get a bonus of four eggy fritters of oyster and clam, a display of corruption that causes my non-critic neighbour to look askance.At this point, I settle in to wait for my ginseng chicken (£12.50) and bulgogi grilled beef (£12.50), given that everyone else is still waiting for theirs Yep, it takes all of 30 seconds for mine to arrive. My best meal in Seoul was at Sanch'on, a vegetarian banquet of wild mountain vegetables and herbs that included acorn jelly and perilla-leaf tempura, with no beef in sight.Wizzy's menu is short and sweet, with six starters, six mains and a few extra soups and salads. But it was the couple down the end I felt sorriest for, as they politely waited an awfully long time for their ginseng chicken without a peep of complaint.I had been looking forward to visiting Wizzy, started by former Hakkasan and Nobu staffer, Hwi (Wizzy) Shim, because she seemed genuine in her desire to update authentic Korean cooking. In Britain, Korean food is seen as a beefier variation on Japanese and Chinese, when in fact it is a cuisine apart, full of alien words, subtle soups, delicate hand-pulled noodles and seductive marinades. That's when a decent restaurant critic will start focussing on how everyone else is faring. I was mortified.
Around me, people were getting hungrier and hungrier, waiting for food they had ordered aeons before But no, my dinner came first. One couple at the next table tired of waiting, cancelled their last two orders and left. A fellow at my table called it quits half-way through, muttering something about fish and chips. You can book under an assumed name all you like, but as soon as you start scribbling, the management goes on restaurant-critic alert.
It is too late for them to improve their produce buying, chef's skills or staff training, but it's not too late for them to swan. My apologies to those who shared the long communal table with me at Wizzy, the new, modern Korean restaurant in Fulham Road. I don't know your names, but I was the one being fed, remember? You were the ones who weren't I call it The Power of The Notebook. Just how that will be possible with Wimbledon in the wings was not explained, and yesterday Henin-Hardenne sported an oversized plaster on the back of her right leg, intended to lessen pain.The difficulty she experienced in bending to strike her renowned backhand helped to explain that alarming spell early on, but once the Spaniard's aggression and enthusiasm had been tamed Justine looked more impressive, though perhaps not entirely back to normal. Today's fourth-round match against Kuznetsova will help to tell how much further that unbeaten gallop will go..
