Chef Tom Booton takes the reins at the revitalised The Grill at The Dorchester

The youngest chef ever to take charge of The Grill at the grand Park Lane hotel conjures a contemporary dining experience.

Chef Tom Booton, only 26 years old, will take the helm at The Grill at The Dorchester when it relaunches on November 12 with a revitalised decor and menu creating a contemporary dining experience. He is the youngest chef ever to take charge at the restaurant.

Tom Booton, 26, is the youngest chef ever to take the reins at the restauran

Booton, the former head chef at Alyn Williams at the Westbury, has created a series of set menus. For lunch, expect dishes of brisket pie, sauce bordelaise and celeriac; or smoked sturgeon, parsley sauce and crisp parsley roots (two courses £23, or three courses £30). Dinner, meanwhile, will be a richer affair with a choice of four pre-starters, including scallop ceviche; starters such as glazed veal sweetbread, lentils, maitake and celeriac; and main course delights such as The Grill lobster thermidor tart or Herdwick rack of lamb, ratatouille and boulangère potatoes (£60 for three courses or £75 for four; £20 supplement for lobster). There is also a standalone menu for vegetarians.

A choice of four pre-starters at dinner will include scallop ceviche

The Grill beef Wellington for two

For the grand finale, diners can indulge at the interactive pudding bar, where its pastry chefs will tempt them with treats such as banoffee tart with roasted banana ice cream or the Double Decker – a dessert inspired by the chocolate bar, which was named after the London red buses that pass the 88-year-old hotel in Park Lane on a daily basis.

The pudding bar

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Saltwater up my nostrils, hair lacquered in oil, I am about to rinse my eyes with herbal water before administering a self-induced enema. It’s not yet 7am and I am at Atmantan Wellness Centre near Pune towards the northwest of India, enveloped in a seven-day Ayurveda Panchakarma medical course. For the uninitiated, Ayurvedic medicine  – the word comes from the Sanskrit, Ayur meaning life and Veda, science or knowledge – is a way of life for body and mind with balance at its heart, not to mention with a 3000-year-old tradition. While there are other programs such as Holistic Health, Journey Through Yoga and Master Cleanse, with the Indian government investing heavily in Ayurvedic healthcare, I am intrigued.

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