My friend J had booked 10 of us to see “Noises Off”, thus getting us all a nice discount, and we all arranged to meet at Sofra in Covent Garden for a bite beforehand.
Look, I’ll come clean straight away, I don’t speak Dutch. Although half Dutch, I was born in England and all I know is about a dozen words and a few nursery rhymes learnt by heart as a child. If you get me drunk enough, I can be persuaded to sing them.
I thought it was called the Railway, turns out it’s called the Deptford Project. Anyway, it’s a brilliantly converted railway carriage. I lived in Deptford for eight years in the seventies, and it’s decades since I’ve been back.
There’s a trick to running a successful restaurant, and it’s this - you have to really want your customers to feel welcome and to have a good time. All the rest: the food you serve, the prices you charge, the décor – everything else - flows from that.
It was 9.30pm. There were ten of us. We had been drinking all evening - at my book launch - and needed some grub to soak up the alcohol. We headed down the Holloway Road searching for nourishment and a big table.
“Dino’s Caffe Bar and Restaurant” provided a welcome pool of cheerfulness, in Newick, East Sussex, on this dark November Saturday night, but was it a Caffe or Bar or Restaurant? Only one way to find out!