Review at a glance: ★★★★★
To whom we turn in moments of gloom and glory can be instructive, a filter of our truest friends. I’ve fallen out with the Ritz a couple of times, including once after a visit to the bar which didn’t warrant a review (“But you said it was lovely!” they said. “Yes,” I replied. “But I also apologised when I was run over. Mum’s a stickler for manners.”) No matter. We could have a stand-up row and the Ritz would forever be the restaurant I chose when wanting consolation or celebration. So when my partner Twiggy agreed to marry me, with no obvious signs of head injury, it was here that was booked.
