It turned out that the chickens came from France, too, but hey, good chicken is bon poulet and it is the cooking that counts anyway. Cauliflower and creamed potato as vegetables were delicious (I quite like bland), but baby sweetcorn? From Audley End?
Stephen Fry, my guest on this occasion, preceded his roast beef with perfect potted shrimps and Melba toast. "How do they manage to get the toast to curl like that?" he said. "Well, I replied, "it just does that when you put it under the grill." "Clever Miss Melba," said Stephen.
But so good were the shrimps that Stephen had almost scoffed the lot before I had a chance of a taste: properly buttery little pinky-brown commas, judiciously spiced - with mace to the fore, as it should be - and crumbling nicely under the fork.
But quite why the unusually twee pyramid mould in which they had been set? The description "potted" - oh, pedant that I am - surely refers to something that has been put into a round pot. Thank heavens that my soup with Scottish lobster and brandy came in a traditionally shaped, deep bowl.
Luxuriously unctuous, cream-and-brandy-enriched and muddled by lobster meat, this was a classic bisque d'homard. English by name here, maybe, but like the chicken, unmistakably French in origin.
Conversely, happily, three spoonfuls scooped from a large dish of crème brûlée from a particularly English sweet trolley, was, without doubt, one of the richest, properly made puddings I have eaten for a very long time.
Also, for once, a tasty slice of Kirkham's Lancashire from a perfunctory British selection - which, to be frank, was not much better than that offered by The Goring. Apart from the celery: big outside stalks, un-peeled and very green indeed. Horseradish details.
The Dorchester, Park Lane, W1 (020 7629 8888)Two courses from the menu of the day cost £32.50. However, if wishing to mix-and-match these with à la carte dishes, adjustments are made. Lunch for two, about £110.
The Dorchester Grill The Dorchester Hotel, 53 Park Lane, W1A 2HJ