When Bistrotheque opened, YouTube was a year off launching, nobody had heard of Eating With Tod and Dublin coddle was a home-cooked meal, not a £20 dish galloping across Instagram like a horse. Guinness was a drink, not a personality trait. To arrive on a Lime bike, as I did in the spring sunshine, would have been impossible.
But here we are in modern London, city of suddenness and fickle happenings, where what it means to live is to post, to document, and not to yield. How nourishing to visit Bistrotheque, where people over 30 sit calmly on a Sunday, drink wine and have asparagus. Mine came lightly roasted until supple, sprinkled with mint leaves and toasted hazelnuts and garlic sliced à la Paulie in Goodfellas.
