01/07/2026
When I bought The Bell and renamed it The Fat Duck, I received a complaint from the local council about the “inappropriate” name.
It really would have been inappropriate if my father’s suggestion — The Far Quenelle — had been chosen. (Give the “Qu” a K sound and say the latter two words as one, and you’ll hear what I mean.)
Nobody can now remember who came up with the name that became so intimately intertwined with the restaurant’s identity, perfectly capturing its combination of classicism with a touch of surrealism. My dad, Marco Pierre White, and others bandied ideas around until we were word-blind.
In the end, I laid down some ground rules: the name had to allude to the nearby river, refer to food, and have the feel of a traditional pub sign. Someone (Marco claims it was him) suggested the corpulent waterbird — and so a legend was born.
Illustration: Dave McKean