You’d think that lunch at The Fat Duck and dinner at Dinner would be enough Heston Blumenthal for one trip to London … but you would be wrong.

Because as we headed for home, we had time for a final Heston Blumenthal meal—in Terminal 2 at Heathrow.

I hate what you’re forced to put up with in airports. Bad Chinese food. Pizza that’s pizza in name only. BBQ that makes me cry … but in the wrong way.

So when I heard back in June that Blumenthal had opened The Perfectionists’ Café at Heathrow, with a wood-fired oven and liquid nitrogen ice cream, I knew that’s where we had to have our last meal in London.

So a burger for me …

… fish and chips for Irene …

… and liquid nitrogen ice cream for everybody!

Which (for one of us, at least) meant liquid nitrogen vanilla ice cream and blackcurrant sorbet with dulce crunch pearls, caramel wafer crisps and white chocolate shavings.

Imagine that. Real food … in an airport.

A burger made with bread that wasn’t embarrassing. Fish and chips that weren’t soggy. And liquid nitrogen ice cream!

No, it’s not The Fat Duck or Dinner. But an airport restaurant I’d actually want to eat at even if I wasn’t trapped in an airport? Finding that is akin to running across a unicorn.

So the next time you’re going to fly out of Heathrow’s Terminal 2—track down that unicorn!