Vague memories of eating soup, spuds and fish. D for effort.
Good fish at The Wharf on the South Bank plus Vanessa Redgrave getting agitated over a self-inflicted mic problem.
To be honest I was flagging by the time the steak turned up and it was with less of a bang than a whimper that I consumed the last meal of 2017.
It might just have been an off night for the resto but for over forty quid a head I expect a bit better.
In the very bowels of Somerset House it's Spring all year round. Possibly the prettiest room in London with food to match.
Trad English doesn't get better than this. There's a reason why it's still going strong.
Set menu, Gothic room, good for a celebration.