An excellent revival of a neglected JB Priestley play leads to thoughts of another possible JBP revival.
In the very bowels of Somerset House it's Spring all year round. Possibly the prettiest room in London with food to match.
Formica tables, functional flatware and a paper napkin slimmer than graphene are the way the IC rolls. You're not in Dishoom now, this is the real thing. Or at least a mid-twentieth century Anglo-Indian reality.
Standard Vietnamese fare on a busy Friday evening in the West End.
History and coiffage under one roof in St. James's
At around fifteen quid a head and with friendly service it's no wonder that the room was full throughout our stay. Recommended.
Into the top ten of the worst dinners I've ever had. I wanted to be nice but I have to tell it like it is.