Sweetings

A good lunch, a recipe for prawn tagliatelle and an announcement

H. was in town from Belfast. We’d made vague plans to lunch at St John’s but hadn’t booked, were irritated to find it busy. After I mewled to the man on the phone, gently then sharply trying to persuade him, H. suggested Sweetings. I’d never been and had been told to go again and again, most especially by F. who really does know how to eat. Sorry F., I …