Not just for locals: Hawthorn’s dining room bears a striking resemblance to its predessesor, the Glasshouse
(Picture: Adrian Lourie )Not that I ended up in Kew by mistake — it’s been an age since I accidentally fell asleep on a tube, literally weeks — but as we walked into Hawthorn, my evidently spoilt friend interrupted a frankly dazzling story, waved an insistent finger for silence and said: “Do you realise we’re in zone four?”
And sure, you might think it’s pretty shoddy for him to accept a night out on my expenses and kick up a fuss, but I heard him out. Can a central type know they’re in Surrey and enjoy supper at the same time? Is it possible? Have you tried?
