When a lunch is right, time stops. It’s like falling in love. Or, at the very least, it’s the adult Narnia, sitting down for a bloody good lunch.
You’d think every restaurant would have the chops to enable this sort of spendy bedding in, but not even Michelin stars can guarantee the right mix of comfort, candlelight and generosity of spirit. What use is the perfect table in the perfect restaurant if they turf you out after two hours? Here, at least, may be a simple solution: to avoid big-lunch kryptonite, the dreaded table turn, book from 1.30pm onwards (2pm is even better). Staff tend to leave you to your own devices after then.
