Being a properly seasonal restaurant, the final menu still reflected the ethos of the past two years and the last outing was very much a Roganic meal as normal; when the kitchen extractor broke just before service and the temperature soared in what is normally a hot kitchen anyway, I think the chefs were beyond pleased that they had not gone OTT on the last night. So there was the usual Roganic things we've come to know and love: mackerel in coal oil, carrots with beef tongue and vintage potatoes with ashes etc. It was a beautiful meal (as always) and is recorded below as a matter of interest and a fond memory of a great evening rather than a practical blog post, for the restaurant no longer exists.
So the last words to Simon Rogan who five days ago tweeted:
Just left @Roganic for the last time, job done, bye bye London for now.