Purnell/Parnell

I am eating from a plate of slate, and in doing so I am accepting the Japanese and British elements of the dish. As soon as each element leaves the black surface, I embrace it. Here there is expense, yet, the expense is small figure to the tongue's taste buds. The eye's taste buds, they are a little closer to the head's City, but still they interrogate the colour on slate with minor knowledge of cost. Head burns smooth as it deregulates, and the burns are soothed by superb taste, tongue basting moments. Beautiful in opposition.