How ‘fabulous’ was this exactly, I wondered as the wind blew my apple juice bottle off the table and my fruit salad carton landed with a splash in my lap.

Spitting rain meant I had to wrap my scarf around my head while I held my salad box down firmly with the other hand.

Hmm. Jamie Oliver’s Fabulous Feasts may serve ‘smashing’ food (got to get those Jamieisms in there, is pukka in the English Dictionary yet?) but with rain dripping down my neck and my hair being blown forcibly in my eyes, as far as dining experiences go, the jury is definitely out.

But I’ll start from the beginning.

Uncharacteristically, and with absolutely no fanfare, Jamie Oliver opened his first Fabulous Feasts ‘pod’ at Bicester Village last month.

Previously carted round to all the cool festivals, the ‘pods’ have been a big hit, and must make a nice change from greasy burgers and doner kebabs.

The Bicester Village addition is the first ‘permanent’ site and fits a perfect gap in the BV market left by the restaurant/pancake/ice cream culinary scene there.

However, there are many disgruntled parents turning up to their treasured BV playground to find at least a third of it has disappeared to fit the Fabulous Feasts ‘pod’ in.

On top of all that, there have been a few teething troubles.

Last week there weren’t even any tables and chairs outside the shack-like joint. A lonely bench provided the only venue for diners wanting to rest while they ate, and to be honest walking into Gucci with a pork and crackling bap just isn’t the done thing darling.

This week however, three small, wonky metal tables and chairs appeared outside, completely uncovered, so there was at least a fighting chance of having somewhere to sit down, even if I did have to prop the table leg up with folded paper to stop it wobbling (sorry, pet hate).

Food-wise it was great, of course.

And we tried a bit of everything. The stuffed tortano was absolutely out of this world and I could have eaten the whole loaf.

It’s a ‘split artisan ring stuffed with cream cheese, chargrilled veggies, smashed pesto, rocket and gooey cheese’ that they sell in eighths (£4.50), quarters, halves or even a whole one for £25.

We also sampled the ‘lovely baps’ (feminist sigh) which come with Oxfordshire salt beef, mustard mayo and dill pickle (£5.50) or slow-roasted Great British free-range pork with smashed apple and rocket (£5.50).

The three funky salad boxes are £4.50 each and come with all sorts of wonderful vegetables and dressings. The fruit salad was nicely varied and the brownie dense enough to clog up your arteries in one mouthful.

There is also an immense breakfast menu which I’m sampling later in the week serving granola, bacon baps and pastries from 10am-11.30am.

So all-in-all a great little place, serving original and fun food.

But at Bicester Village? I’m not convinced.

When the sun’s shining I’m sure there’s nowhere better, if you don’t mind perching, but as English weather is at best variable, however good the food is, the ‘dining experience’ is far from ‘fabulous’ unless covered.

And while I’m at it. If you’re going to take over a third of the kids playground, at least provide something for the kids to eat.

It was very un-Jamie-like not to have some pukka pasta and pesto on hand. Kids don’t do salt beef baps or edamame peas, not mine anyway.