After watching the definitely disquieting film Eighth Grade at Curzon Soho, crispy gochujang chicken thigh to start supper at Trade, the new sommelier-led club in Frith Street for those in the hospitality business.
Lunch with long-time friend David Queensberry, recently given a lifetime achievement award for his work in ceramics. Deftly, he makes beef with a Korean dipping sauce — and serves it in an appropriate dish.
Awadhi goat biryani at Lucknow 49 in Maddox Street turns out to be a rather lacklustre assembly.
Tomato and basil soup judged by my sister Beth as agreeably Heinz-y at The Footman pub, a jolly venue handy for Curzon Mayfair, where we like the Tolkien film better than most critics do.
At Kensington’s San Pietro, spaghetti alle vongole with what seem like mandatory micro-herbs, before Amazing Grace at The Gate. A movie week.
