Following the identification of the world’s worst lasagne (in Monreale, Sicily), I declare that the finest liver and bacon and champagne to be found this century is in the 15th Century King’s Head at the top of the market square in Woodbridge, Suffolk, UK. For just £12, the dish is elegantly presented, generously portioned and arrayed with nutritious and colourful vegetables. It is served piping hot with minimum of fuss against the warmth of a roaring log stove. The pub is old and beamed, but the ceilings high and space airey. In my brief time there, it was full-ish but not crowded and the noise levels good and among them was ayoung lady with the highest white high heels I have ever seen. The staff were fast, efficient and remembered orders. The best liver and bacon I had previously was some 15 years ago at the wonderful Foreign Correspondents Club in Ice House Street in Hong Kong. In fact, after such disappointing culinary experiences in Italy and Belgium recently, I wonder if it’s possible to get a decent meal between the white cliffs of Dover and the Chain Bridge of Budapest. If so where?