My lovely alice and I spent an evening at the helm of the Secret Larder, a very sophisticated supper club in Holloway. James Ramsden, who we owe for many a helped hand, was on call tending to split sauces and pouring glasses of white in support of his guest chefs.
The menu was penned in chalk and spring flowers suggested our English garden theme.
Twenty mouths fed and no trout bones stuck on the way down. I that alone is cause for celebration.
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