Long, long dinners
I miss the days of long drawn out dinners - what better way to kill an evening than to turn up at a restaurant 9pm and then have to be forcibly removed at 1.45 in the morning.
Last night I got to do that at Babbo, with friends and former room-mates. The food came slowly and we mostly had 6 months to catch up and see how much Pete has learnt about kombucha.
