Grace Dent swans through the swing doors in a velvet jumpsuit carrying pudding. I’m confused. Is this before or after she quit I’m a Celebrity … Get Me Out of Here! to recover from the trauma of being exposed to Nigel Farage’s politics and bum in the jungle shower?
“Ciment au chocolat avec une crème anglaise rose,” says Dent to the diners. Do what now? No, not chocolate cement; she means brownies with pink custard. “Who doesn’t like pink custard?” says one diner. I don’t. I like my custard like I like my men – vanilla and poured over rhubarb crumble.
