We went to an Italian dinner party last Saturday. Due to an interesting combination of circumstances, there’s all sorts of people from all sorts of countries at these events. They’re always very convivial and it’s a bit like the ideal big family party, in which the food is amazing AND you actually like everyone ? Continue reading “Liquid gold: an early Christmas present”
The friends walk in groups of two or more abreast, arms locked, in an impossibly slow pace. The couples emerge on Sundays, mooching around, holding hands, erratically zig-zagging in the pavement, or abruptly stopping.
General MacArthur stood with his back to the mantelpiece. He pulled at his little white moustache. That had been a damned good dinner! His spirits were rising. Lombard turned over the pages of Punch that lay with other papers on a table by the wall. Rogers went round with the coffee tray. The coffee was good, really black and very hot.
The whole party had dined well. They were satisfied with themselves and with life.
– From “And then there were none”, by Agatha Christie.
We were looking for somewhere to grab some snacks and have a drink with a friend, but we hadn’t booked anything, and this being Soho on a warm day, we were very lucky that Polpo had a table downstairs, as every other place was so full of people. Continue reading “Polpo”
We visited L’Enclume last weekend, thanks to some lovely colleagues of my spouse who thoughtfully chose it as our wedding gift. It was quite the experience, on many levels!
