Jaded about restaurants. Resistant to commercial manipulation, bowing & scraping, preciousness or pretentiousness. Can't stand restaurants with noisy patrons braying and laughing at maximum volume.
2-3 times a week. Mostly pleasure. My dwindling list of business clients have become self-conscious about taking long lunches. Probably my client base is not sufficiently top notch
Rules (outside the tourist season), Jo Allens (before its new owners lowered its quality), San Lorenzo (before Maria died), Trader Vics (before Hilton made it a tacky cliche), Chez Bruce, Cliff in Barbados, River Cafe, Caprice, Wolesey, Star of India in Brompton Road, Agra in Whitefield Street, Bombay Brasserie, Goring, Roka, Ubiquitous Chip in Glasgow, Columbe d'Or in St Pauls, Lemonia in Primrose Hill
It's got to be a curry. I'd eat too much, too quickly and feel quite ill but if it's my last supper hopefully I'd be dead just before the indigestion takes hold. Or Steak & Kidney Pie at Rules
Films, American imported quality TV dramas, reading, golf (if only I could play better), restaurant-going, political analysis
Books: Tiger Tiger, One, The Money Game, What Makes Sammy Run? The Admen, The Drunkard's Walk, Films: Getaway, All About Eve, Lost in Translation, Body of Lies, Roman Holiday
how can a non-moron choose just one.
The one that got away
Hotel Splendido in Portofino, Luckham Park, Rome Hilton, The Mark in New York, Bauer Venice, Pyramid in Vienne, Victoria Jungfrau in Interlaken, Cirigan Palace (Kempinski) in Istanbul, Lucknam Park in Wiltshire
Death Valley, Montana, Botswana, Italy, Barbados, Bequia, Alaska plus all the places I haven't been to yet but want to
A very old Mercedes that refuses to die