Those neplings of mine are turning me into a dirty stop-out...
Caroline at work recommended the Rainforest Cafe, so we went along there, but the receptionist said it would be a two hour wait. I was aghast. On a Tuesday? Mind you, London seemed Saturday-busy, last night and tonight. A mixture of half-term (is it half term all over Europe?) and fine weather has brought the hordes onto the streets and into the restaurants mid-evening. there are children everywhere.
Instead we went to a proper restaurant, an Italian trattoria on Rupert Street. I think my favouritest restaurants of all are genuine Italians. I've never come away from one disgruntled. And I always think it's so funny when the macho waiters invariably go gaga over children.
